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

he pushed his muzzle through the branches then, stifling a throated cry as the briars tore at his flesh. blood welled, perhaps terrifying his daughter further; his jaws parted to grasp her, and though he wore not the same colour of pelt as her attacker had, he meant to grasp her and pull her from the thicket all the same.

desperation welled in his breast; perhaps eilidh or the willow might be better suited for the task, but lasher felt he must rescue deidre now! he must bring her forth!