The Sentinels i will never let your people go

Her ears went flat in shame, her posture one of submission— it had been thus since her return, for whether she had faced a scolding and no matter what for, guilt wracked her growing body. She had followed her father to the stone as obediently as ever, and with each step a small amount of her eagerness to learn did return. When he finally turned to smile upon her, the sun warming her dark fur, her white teeth shone in a reciprocated grin, "Yes, father."