The Sentinels "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land

Stelmaria turned towards the call made out to her, russet ears pressing forward as sandstone eyes took in the wolf before her now. The first thing that stood out about him was his sheer size: ursiform, colossal, Herculean. He appeared dredged from the earth itself, a dark mound of clay and bone, a godly titan upon the land. She met his orange-fire gaze briefly and found them to be warm, more like a campfire or a well-lit hearth, as opposed to the raging blaze that had once stripped these woods of life.

Her tail swayed in a cautious wave, though she felt emboldened enough by his friendly expression to approach him. She stopped midway, allowing him to close what remained of the distance if he so chose. Her muzzle stretched out to him in greeting, breathing in what scents he would allow her to take.