The Sentinels With all of this money, they all want something from me

It had been weeks since she had seen a single familiar face. The landscape remained unrecognizable. Try as she might, the she-wolf could not discern where her path had diverged, where she was now, or how she had gotten there. The sea had been a calming influence when she'd inadvertently found her way to it—though now as she trailed through a forest built of immense old trees, she felt her insignificance.
A cry shattered the stillness of the oldwood, to which Selma turned her full attention. It was unlike any sound she had ever heard! Sharp and screeching and high, and somehow small, but it filled every contour of the forest. Soon enough she began to move after it, nimble and determined, until she saw a gilded figure staring in another direction.
Anxiety flooded her system but so did a sense of elation, as she recognized their silhouette at the very least as wolf —!