The Sentinels shatter me

Eilidh shook her head, understanding where both her siblings were coming from on this point. Father would want us able to defend ourselves. We did well enough when those wolves attacked, but he knew the value of defensive skills. Eilidh sighed, fearful her words were condemning her sister's viewpoint. Deirdre was but a tiny speck of a child when the wolves attacked her. She wouldn't remember the ways in which we fought tooth and nail to save her, to kill those trespassing bastards— It was the most emotion she had shown in months, and she paused to catch her breath.

After a moment, she glanced back at her brother. In all fairness, she knows little of what she speaks. Father fought for her, and he would've had us fight for her and Emaleth, for any of our wolves, if it had come to it.