The Sentinels a' caoineadh

lestan's own gaze pinned with intrigue and surprise, and fear. it had been a long while since had been around other wolves, evidenced by the glossiness of his coat and the hard mistrust in his soft blue eyes.
he had seen this man before, awareness skittering over the tripwire mind.
he had told this man to leave the creek behind, and this man had hardly registered him as a threat. 
something like humour glimmered in his eyes, followed by awareness, followed by a deep, searching pain. "blossom?" it was all the mayfair could think to say.