The Sentinels Save what has been lost

Her gaze had followed the lily as she watched her silently, her breath slow and steady. There was emotion on the wind, she felt it deep within her stir something so solid and ancient; it was as if the forest was alive and celebrating what was happening here, and her soul rejoiced with it. As soon as she saw the claiming paw against the trunk, she turned to her own prospect. 

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She remained at the base of the small hill, looking up at the formation. Though the rocks had formed its own opening, she would need to work at widening it a little more, and until she climbed the rocky steps, she couldn't tell what needed to be done on the inside. For now, she worked her way up, and her paws dug into the soil, working quickly. Once widened enough, she sat, pleased with her work, albeit a little worn. A deep breath was taken, let out in a whoosh before she bounded down towards Kirain.

Once you're finished there, let's work on some dens for when others join. They will need a place to lay their heads until they decide if staying is what their heart and soul desires. We will take them to the cliff for their soulbloom ceremony and they may choose their own den, or keep the one given to them. She nodded curtly, as if agreeing with herself.