The Sentinels Flower, gleam and glow

Startled, so caught up in her ministrations, she gasped, turning abruptly to face a young man, by the scent of him. Younger than she, he wasn’t a threat. Or, so she hoped he wasn’t. She knew well that life tends to find a way.

Solenya cocked her head, concern in her gaze. He did not smell of pack, which faired well for her considering she, too, was alone and didn’t want to be caught amongst numbers. Odds were better this way.

Her words were soft, laden with concern. Hello…you are alone?