The Sentinels evanuris

Seelie found the first of the strangers promptly: a small white wolf, nearly as small as herself and brimming with enthusiasm. Such intense cheerful energy caught her off-guard for a moment. She could no longer recall a time when she'd been so bubbly herself, though it had been true in her early childhood. Too long ago now.

Before she could utter a word, a second wolf was darting toward her. Seelie stared uncertainly, expecting the darker stranger to stop — but she didn't. The woman slammed right into her.

Seelie crashed to the ground with a small oof! and a broken half-growl, taking the collision as an attack for a heartbeat. The grey wolf was so heavy. But the stranger backed off quickly, all apologies now, so Seelie only scrambled to her feet and shook the dirt from her fur with a huff.

Hello, Seelie said after a moment, composed but still showing a hint of her wariness. Her gaze moved between the two strangers expectantly.