The Sentinels Make the clock reverse

The brook was a welcome companion, its sound drowning out the otherwise heavy silence. She kept it to her left as she strolled, paw steps slow, but steady, moving her along downstream. If the brook was large enough, she could have fished; it would have certainly been more convenient than finding something amongst the dense forest floor. 

The denseness soon parted and before her lay a lone wolf, the same she had seen earlier, chasing after another as she apologized. Her pawsteps stopped a few feet away from the girl, head cocked as her eyes looked over the other. She appeared sadly caressing items that seemed to glitter with the light reflecting from the nearby water.

Solenya leaned back and sat carefully on her haunches, a clearing of the throat erupting from her to signal her presence.

Those items are very beautiful. Her words were as soft as a flower petal, delicate as not to startle the other.