The Sentinels shipwrecked

She did not hear the other approach over the roar of rage-tinted sorrow that flooded her mind and body; but like the small buds of foliage fighting their way through the ash in the forest around her, there was relief and joy there beneath her surface, too. She felt the shadowy presence here, stronger than she ever had before, as her mismatched eyes took in the minute details of each flower in the fairy ring. A memory was there, just on the edge, I th... I think...

A chuff startled her, and the dark witch turned, white teeth flashing as the guard-hairs rose along her spine. Emaleth was prepared to attack, but the white fur stalled her— A white wolf, like in my dreams... and her posture began to relax ever so slightly. Except— no, it was too large, its eyes not green like the earth. She redoubled on her aggressive stance, rage now building and threatening to overtake her grief.

How dare he, how dare anyone deign to walk here amongst the sacred ring.