The Sentinels no business but gold

"lionel mayfair," the rogue answered, charmed by her interest even though she had not yet given her own title. "you're new." he remembered umbra and sunhawk, the unlikeliest pair of wolves he had come across so far. and now this one, with eyes that brought to mind fragrant green fruits.
chiding himself for his sappiness, lionel stepped away and sniffed at the earth for any tracks. "surprised we hadn't come across each other yet."