The Sentinels Hakuna Matata

Energy burned within Kirain, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and electric excitement. She darted through the trees, brushing past leaves and thickets, startling birds into flight and sending ripples across quiet streams. She couldn’t help herself, she had to move. So she moved, wild and free.

The Viridian Sanctum was coming along beautifully, though the quiet lingered like morning fog—gentle, but undeniably there. It wasn’t for lack of effort, at least not on @Solenya 's part. Kirain, however, had been more or less tethered to the trees since her recovery. Guilt threaded through her chest as she ran the winding paths of her home. Maybe she should go out… recruit, meet others. What harm could it do?

She didn’t love the idea. She liked it here, preferred the rhythm of the wilds over the uncertainty of strangers. Still, she couldn’t ignore the truth: if the Viridian Sanctum was going to thrive, it needed more paws on the ground. More hearts.

So deep in thought was she that she didn’t see the tall she-wolf ahead until it was far too late. Her paws tangled beneath her, and she went sprawling into the underbrush.

She really need to stop making a habit of this, she groaned internally, lying sprawled in a tangle of leaves and dirt.