The Sentinels Soggy Bottom

When all was said and done after the river crossing, Solenya led the two strangers—now known to her, respectively as Ghos and Sam—into the sentinels, past their guardians, to where they could rest and eat in their settlement. On the way in, she gave them a quick, rudimentary summary on their Sanctum. It was a lot of information and she wouldn’t be surprised if the two had more questions.

The one thing she did focus more on: if they wanted to join this pack, they would need to give to the earth an offering—physical or not, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the intention of letting go of what was for what could be. And with that, they will be given a soulbloom, a physical manifestation of their new life here in the sanctum, an embodiment of their soul. 

As quiet settled, their bellies full and bodies rested, she approached the male first. She found him resting on a bed of spongy moss. Her approach was slow, tail waving gently behind her.

Her voice remained soft, unwilling to disturb too much of the calm. She could still hear the rushing of the river; it made her shiver with the memory of cold water and how close they could have all been to the other side of life. They were indeed lucky.

Hello, @Sam . I just wanted to check on you. A soft smile offered.