The Sentinels Save what has been lost

The brook was a welcome reprieve from the relentless work of digging dens. With a contented sigh, Kirain flopped down at its edge, dipping a paw into the flowing water. The cool current rushed over her aching limbs, bringing immediate relief. The gentle murmur of the stream wrapped around her like a lullaby, easing the tension from her frame as she rested beside Solenya.

Hm? Mark our dens? she echoed, turning her head lazily toward her companion. How would we do that? I mean, our scents will be there… won’t that be enough?