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

the shock of it all had the cub quite oblivious to what happened; the pain was hardly there, in the back of her head. it was like she had forgotten it all. blood slid from the thorns, but never reached her. as her father summoned her, however, fear gripped her heart and she remembered something that kept her here. can't, she whispered, her voice a little wobbly, then. not for a second did she look away from him as the blood dribbled down the teeth of the briars. when he reached out his muzzle, the cub mimicked him, her neck extending... but her limbs were filled with lead, and she whimpered, a breath catching in her throat. this was a fear she had never before known, but it was not her father she feared. no, her eyes were filled with love, but her heart was filled with dread, the intuitive knowing that something was not quite right. she squirmed nearer to him but once, as though she were an inch-worm, before her insides churned and she felt something she knew come upon her. scared, she murmured quietly, looking to her father.