The Sentinels of the waves are skimming

unbeknownst to either of the pale wolves for now, there were two observers of the herd lurking among the half-ruined forest of the sentinels. yakone, for her part, lurked more out of curiosity than hunger or duty. when she had first seen the burned forest from afar, she had assumed it would harbor no life — but that was far from the case.

it seemed whatever fire had swallowed these lands was long in the past now. the uniform brown and grey of the remnants of the forest was shot through with hints of green. grass grew in patches. flowers bloomed among the ashes. and the herd rested and thrived among the new life.

yakone watched the creatures carefully, circling them with a practiced silence even among the crackling burnt debris. it was then that she saw the stranger; a wolf just as pale as herself, but with a gleaming sea-kissed gaze where her own was wintry grey, and faintly gilded legs rather than a scarlet streak at the chest. she altered her path and made her way carefully over to him, chuffing softly when she was certain it wouldn't startle the herd.