The Sentinels Whispering words,

lionel tried to keep the amusement from his face as sunhawk approached the wounded she-wolf. umbra was not truly that old, only moreso than both he and his loud compatriot. it stood to reason, then, that in the eyes of a boy with but a single year beneath his crisp new belt, the breadth of her tangible experience might seem grandmotherly.
but the mayfair had little time to explore this. a new wolf on the scene, this one a lovely girl with a muzzy expression and inquiring eyes. round-cheeked and sweet-voiced.
though lionel knew he looked the better-groomed of the two, he was not as swift as sunhawk's charming spiel. instead, the boy and his murkwater eyes offered their new feminine counterpart a matching smile, standing silently as he waited for her to answer.