The Sentinels Save what has been lost

Wasting no time, Kirain set to work, digging out a hollow beneath the roots of the scarred tree. The space was ideal, ample room for a proper den to take shape, and her heart swelled with joy as she toiled, each scoop of dirt a labor of love.

She was still clearing debris, nose dusted in soil, when Solenya bounded over to her. Kirain paused, turning toward the lupine with a bright grin stretched across her dirt-smeared muzzle.

Yes! Definitely room for more dens, she said, breathless but beaming. You could start by marking the spots that need clearing? Once I finish up here, I can help with the rest.

Excitement stirred in her chest, warm, humming, alive. A future was forming before them, and she was ready to shape it with her own two paws.