The Sentinels Let your powers shine

How interesting to know that someone had already made this place theirs, yet left nothing in their wake to show for it. It was a jab, but without any heat behind her words. If the female wanted to get testy, she could do the same in return. But, it was more to see what made her tick, and why exactly did Solenya deserve the treatment. Maybe, it had nothing to do with her, but with Odessia, herself.

But, there was truth in her words, regardless—she had not scented anyone within the sentinels, not until she came upon Bushtit, and surely not until the one who stood before her now had urinated in fear. There was no evidence of boundaries, of claim, and so it was in her right to begin her own.

Of course, she couldn’t do it alone—no, not at all. She would need more bodies, but she could never force their loyalty. They must choose to stay, not entirely through loyalty to her, but to the ground they walk on, the flowers that listen and give, the trees that protect and shade, the water that cools and revives.

And because of those small yellow flowers, she smiled and offered, I have no desire to keep these lands to myself only. We can share this place, you and I. And others who might come along, of course. We will need numbers behind us should we want to keep it.