The Sentinels hope is such a fragile thing

ANYONE

Trick had been... interesting, and the dark woman had retired back to her Donnelaith to rest. A pity she couldn't get his pack's number or calling card; it seemed he had wanted to end their dance early. She gave a small pout, disappointed but not out of options. If he could not provide her the things she wanted, she would reel up her web and catch another fly instead.

But it didn't mean she had forgotten him.

Returning to the Sentinels was easy. Ann had picked up a partridge on the way back, dropping it off at one of the caches. Her cyan gaze flitted from tree to tree, branch to branch, and then her red coat melted into the shadow of the trees.