The Sentinels just like a moonlight and a tide

Her ears twitched as she listened to the wolfess speak, wondering why she seemed so placid about the whole thing. She rolled shoulders in a shrug and shifted where she stood, sand coarse against the dark pads of her paws, feeling the grain of it between her toes. She winced at the feeling of it -- she had grown to hate the beach. Andromaque lifted a paw and pressed it against a petrified piece of wood, feeling it shift beneath her weight. "Have you been 'round here long?" she asked, longing for a bit of company. She had yet to get to know the members of the Court better and honestly just wanted someone to speak with at this point. Maybe she could spread the word of Andraste's hoard -- they were always in need of more paws.