The Sentinels some used your na[m]e for glory, some used it for their gain

Found! Wednesday need to snap at the earth no more. Her success was imminent. She would survive this. The idiot whelp had exposed herself; pretty, and foolish, as the stereotype went. Fatally beautiful, even... What Wednesday would take with her was an angel. Perhaps Erz would let the cub grow into adulthood, so as to take her at her most beautiful. Wednesday wondered at what loveliness the other might grow into, if given the chance, so lovely she was now...

Ah, arms reach! Small legs, but growing legs, though still small legs! A swift swipe was all it took, just as the thing was about to pipe up again! Oh, how prettily she fell, too, and slid against the earth. Wednesday was aware of how hideous she was as she looked at the babe... but this cub was not for her, it was for Erz, who would want the thing whole and lovely and unscathed. Wednesday stopped and stared at the sleeping beauty, the Aurora Rose, and noted belatedly the cage of thorns that surrounded her. Thick, large. Donnelaith was hell. Donnelaith was not making this easy.

Wednesday tried to reach for the puppy with a foreleg. No, out of reach. So she moved to tear into the biting thorns, and bled for it. It was like damn devils snare, the stuff! It choked her as she bent downward, and so she withdrew and tried a new angle... but the brambles were thick and her persistent efforts were futile. She choked against the thorns around her throat, but she felt her teeth connect to thin childsflesh and was renewed, even as she fought for breath. The weight was hefty... her movements were urgent. She might soon run out of time, and Wednesday would not leave empty-handed this time, not when she was so close, not when she was here, feeling Deirdre's strong pulse.