The Sentinels Fish Fallet

Taking place before the fire. Sorry for the delay, @Rouge!

Somehow, Lotte had reached one of the highest ranks in the subordinate tier — and that meant when a strange voice called for the málóid banríon, the responsibility fell upon the soot-stockinged rogue to answer. She moved to the territory borders with alacrity, her large paws soundless upon the mossy loam, and lifted her head to an appropriate height to greet the dark female. “Rakeet, comrade,” she said cordially. “The witch queen is at the grave of her father, communing with the spirits; I will bear your message to her and to the wolves of Donnelaith. What news do you have from our allies?”