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

once she felt his grip, she melted into it and was prone, easy to take from the confines of her dwelling. she kept her silence, and her eyes remained closed tightly together so that she did not see the macabre scene that surrounded her. the briars had been think enough to not see past, but the blood seeped through all the same. she did not wish to move lest she disturb anything else, and also desiring to be obedient to the wolf she so adored. here she did not yet fear him, the moment too fresh to make an impression upon her mind.