The Sentinels on letting go

crystalized salt clung from the wisps of fur-knots, his coat covered in a gleaming array of sea and greenwood. faithful child of the forest, he found himself tracing the steps he'd last taken here.

this place would need constant care and affection to regrow into it's former glory, and the dryad thought himself warden of the woods. a nurse to breathe life into a place once teeming with it.

but he was not alone in his steps. breeze greeted him with the scent of a stranger, and he carved his path out to meet her amongst the deadwood.

feminine figure enveloped his view as he strolled to greet her, head low and tail swinging with neighborly warmth.