The Sentinels I feel lucky

The day was overcast, the air humid and heavy. It was the kind of day where 'Mac was disinclined to roam too far from the Plateau where he shared a den with his new wife. However, he was a bit of a restless soul, not to mention one possessing a hungry belly. He'd grown more accustomed to the silent, ghastly presence of the Sentinels, but they still struck him as eerie, and they hit a nerve all-too close to home. 

He stood just outside the forest's edge, nostrils flared as he drank in the combined scents of briny sea air, earth, and pine. Entwined with all three was something less pungent, but still present - a musty, dark scent: the odor of ash. It made Sumac's fur stand on end, and he shook his head vigorously in a bid to rid himself of the discomfort.

A sound from just within the forest caught his attention, his ears standing alert. It was difficult to make out, but it sounded almost like the cry of surprise a rabbit emitted when encountering a predator. 'Mac was curious, but wary - was someone hunting? What if one of the Moontide wolves was about and he was discovered? He frowned.

He was about to make a hasty retreat when another faint scent wafted just past his nose. The smell of blood and... someone. Someone familiar. Who?! Smelled like... Minnow? No, it couldn't be. 

The Mackenzie abandoned his caution, curiosity now growing insatiable as he bolted in amongst the scrubby trees and towering husks, paws eagerly digging into the soft earth. The scent was growing stronger now, and 'Mac still couldn't believe that she'd be so close. After all, what business would Minnow have at the coast?

There were sounds now, sounds of someone ripping at a kill. And the smells were stronger. Within moments she burst into unmistakable view - a cream figure amongst the gray and dull green.

Panting, he slowed as a wide, toothy grin erupted on his face.

"Minnow!"