The Sentinels m+m's

Kirain stared expectantly at the stranger, waiting patiently for a response. The pale she-wolf opened her mouth, but no sound came.

For a moment, Kirain simply blinked, confused. Then, slowly, realization dawned. Can… can you not speak? she asked, her voice soft with growing concern.

She was about to say more when a new scent reached her nose, faint, but unmistakable. It took another heartbeat before she recognized it: urine.

Whatever curiosity or awkwardness she’d felt before was instantly overtaken by a deep, aching empathy. Her heart sank. She couldn’t imagine how humiliated or frustrated the other wolf must be feeling in that moment.

Not wanting to draw attention to it, Kirain gently pushed the conversation forward. I wonder how we might help you share your name. I hate the idea of leaving you nameless, it feels so impersonal, so wrong.

Her ears perked slightly, eyes softening with a hopeful light. Maybe… I could call you something else for now? You seemed to like that yellow flower. How about something inspired by that?