The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

He lurked, searched, but could not hear the rapid thrum of a nearby heartbeat. Failed to notice the frantic breath of another. Instead, Dacio's senses flared to life when at last his working nose picked up on the precise sign he'd been so desperately seeking: a sniff of a female and the inviting aroma that accompanied her heat cycle.

It did not belong to the wolfess he sought, though he zoned in on it despite this acknowledgment. Pausing in his tracks, Dacio sniffed eagerly at the air in attempt to locate its source. A low rumble in his chest, he peered through the darkness for any movement between the frosted foliage. Nothing, he observed with curiosity, and so remained rooted as he sent forth a soft beckoning in request for the stranger to reveal herself.