The Sentinels Meeting in Moonlight

Omnium laid eyes upon the wolf as she spoke to him. A crisp black, white, and grey coat stood out starkly against the greenery that was her backdrop. The coat did very little to serve her here, but the stranger would have faired better than him in his homelands. He was calm and collected as he scented the air to determine if she was alone; he let the silence fill the air between them for a few moments. Omnium smelled the familiar scent of a reinforced border close by, but it was nothing that brought him concern. Finally, his yellow eyes met hers with a calm collectedness. Perhaps you are both damsel and knight, stranger. I do not dance with silver tongues, nor do I shine with armor. Omnium let a hint of annoyance lace his words as they left his mouth. He had little patience for conversations he felt led to nowhere especially after a long day of travel when he was trying to find his bearings.