The Sentinels Lost in her own dreams

Gracious continued to think, though her train of thought was pushed off track when the voice of a stranger entered her ears. Throwing her head back, she looked towards the young male with the bright blue eyes.

”I know of wildfires, but not of phoenixes” she said politely. Moving to her paws, the tall woman stood up and turned to face the male in front of her. “What is a Phoenix?”