The Sentinels and all the living creatures, look on with mortal fear

deirdre startled at the heavy wingbeats. many a time the cub had interacted briefly with avian creatures who lingered near her, but flew away when she clumsily drew too close. she was simply curious but had the best and kindest of intentions; the babe wished to befriend anything that breathed and that was smaller than herself, because those things were not quite so frightening. a deep voice spoke then, and not feeling ashamed for her tears she did not seek to hide them from him. who??? she asked in a wobbly voice. she was unsure of this creature, but he was marvelous to look upon. waiting a beat, deirdre sniffled and pressed: how????