[The wild one]

Love and Apollo stood on the grassy ridge, looking over the recovering landscape. Dark clouds hovered menacingly on the horizon.
"Do you think that they're out there?" Apollo asked the orange Protecter. The young seer closed her eyes.
"I believe so," she murmured, "They're with others."
"Other Protecters?" Apollo asked curiously. Love shook her head.
"Something else," she said, her voice almost a whisper. She turned her head to look at the horizon.
"I smell a storm. . ." she murmured in a faraway voice.

My wolf/Protecter character, Love. She's talking with another Protecter named Apollo. He's(obviously) not in the picture.