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

the cub was too young to understand what it was he meant, but she believed in his words, and nodded to them. still, her expression was one of uncertainty; she thought of her fathers words and teachings, and she stared at him. she and emaleth were witches; he regarded none other this way, but she wondered if this before her was one. is you... a witch??? she whispered, her tail waving. it did not occur to her that a witch might not ever be a wolf; she forgot her revulsion of her father for the time, thinking she might ask him. em come???? her dependency on her sister remained, though few knew of it. deirdre loved home, despite what had occurred, and had only come this way without emaleth because of the burden she would not have emaleth know of. he spoke of something she was familiar with—the forests song—and her eyes widened. he had asked her why, but she could not answer that; her tongue turned to lead, and she looked away from him at once, though she had been compelled to admit to the open creature her woe.