The Sentinels Let your powers shine

After Bushtit had left, Solenya circled back into the forest, pausing to stop at trees, logs, and boulders, to mark borders as she went. It would be some time before the sun would set, thankfully, and it was best to do this while there was still light.

She hummed as she worked. Though she was alone, it did not phase her. The past few months without a soul to speak to prepared her for this. Yet, she still thought of the plants, the trees, as sentient and would sometimes speak to them. There was never any doubt if they could understand her; she knew it in the way the trees would sway, a leaf would fall to tickle her cheek, or when a flower blooms before her very eyes.

Her eyes focused on a rather large rock, flattened at the top. Pausing her task, she bounded atop it to rest. It was a good time to groom, so she started with her paws, chewing at the bits of packed soil in between her toes. Her humming resumed.