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

she lay there, quiet. the nearness of the other only changed so the other came nearer. deirdre did not know what to do. she felt quite sufficiently hidden, as she could not see the other. safer, too, when she placed her broad paws over her pale eyes. something told her she should not move, not even so much as an inch, and so she lay there, frozen. a voice spoke then, distinctly not her fathers, and she listened. some words she knew, and she was learning more and more; fundamentally, she grasped what was asked of her. deirdre had been taught to obey her elders in the most basic sense. in the ranking scheme, she and emaleth answered to none, but to listen and heed the words that others spoke was a lesson well instilled in her.

all the same, deirdre did not know, now. one paw slid from her eye as she contemplated in silence, between wanting to please those who had taught her and who she loved and between her shyness, her fear of others. osprey she had known by name and even by smell, so integrated she was! but deirdre could not catch wind of the other, and so there was no way for her to know anything.

she made an error when lifting her head. she saw the wolf in the distance, sniffing. she never perceived anyone as anything less than lovely; she saw the good in everything. in the light of the others orange eyes, deirdre thought she saw something good, but when their eyes met...

the babe could not help what happened next, really. deirdre had decided she did not want to lay; she wanted to go to her mother, or her father, or emaleth, or osprey, or tachyon, or anyone but this wolf who spoke of sadness. deirdre turned and bolted, but her legs would not carry her fast enough, and she had hesitated. a little sound of uncertainty had almost bubbled forth from her lips when she felt a heavy weight against her crown, and she slid unceremoniously against the ground into a protective, thick veil of thorns. even still, the babe had never known any hurt, even as she slid against the earth. a peaceful sleep took her to another place, for the time, as the commotion of the moment ceased.