Sunbeam Lair Passing by all the monsters in my head

so this is completely unrelated to the thread but I recently rewatched the owls of ga'hoole and I realized @Sorin shares a name with the protagonist. I was curious if that was coincidental or if Sorin's character was possibly inspired by that movie?

Escape was so close, the pallid fae need only hold onto the here and now for a few heartbeats longer. The undergrowth brushed at her hocks, at the phantom limb on her left. The solace of the peaceful wooded mountainside waited. The healer longed for the icy loam beneath her feet, the cold azure of the winter sky peeking through bare tree limbs overhead. The forest seemed the only safe place with its open spaces and the light of day to belie the claustrophobia tightening around her chest. 

Her tentative hopes were dashed by the soft but firm refusal that slipped from Sorin's jaws. The northron's ivory crown lifted, her coffee optics clouded with confusion. She remained silent, unsure what might escape her maw - a plea for him to grant her this privacy, another opaque excuse? The woman shifted on her sore paws, dark gaze flickering to Siqsa before falling to the ground. Sorin was the healthiest of them as the healer was still gaunt with pneumonia and injured from her travels while the dark dragon was injured on account of their failed elk hunt. It made more sense for the raven to patrol than Liri and the former Alpha silently conceded to the logic of his words. 

Her optics flickered upwards curiously as the shadow approached, ears rising attentively as her head tilted to catch his low words - whispered in soft rumbles for the tundrian's ears alone. 

The Blackfoot began to nod, lips parting to agree, to thank him somehow for the subtle understanding he had offered. 

A dark cloud loomed in her peripherals as the dark beast to the side rose unsteadily, rasping a retort aggressively in the titan's direction. The sylph's eyes widened a tic in surprise as her form tensed instinctively - for she had not expected such a vehement defense from the crimson-eyed demon. It was a slightly disorientating notion to find herself in the presence of two people who cared enough about her well-being to argue over her. After leaving Kavik behind, she had resigned herself to the solace of wandering as a rogue. The healer wasn't sure she enjoyed the notion as embarrassment flushed over her. Her pale auds flattened as her gaze averted, sensing the tension that suddenly filled the air. Suppressed panic still hummed in her veins but the spry woman forced it down with a deep breath in order to confront the storm brewing before her.

Ever the peacekeeper, the fae approached Siqsa slowly, settling on her haunches at his side. "It's alright, " she murmured soothingly, bumping gently against his inky shoulder in companionship. " Sorin is right, " she continued, gaze lifting to the dark male's bottle green optics with a slight nod. " He's the fittest of our group, he's less likely to be seriously injured if he finds himself in danger." 

"Should that happen, howl for help, " the fae urged Sorin, concern pooling in her dark gaze. Even in her weakened state, the northron could still be of some help. 

" I'll try to find you some herbs and get you patched up, " Liri promised Siqsa, discouraged eyes scanning the wintry surroundings. It was unlikely that she would find floral life of any kind but it was worth a shot. Siqsa had been quiet about his pain, not complaining even once, but the healer knew he had to be in agony - she had worried whether or not he would even be able to make the trip but somehow her pack mate prevailed. She was feeling a bit protective of him as well, they were all that remained of the Plateau, and wanted to do whatever she could to abate his discomfort. 

Liri nudged Siqsa once more as she rose to her paws, shooting him a slight smile. Her eyes drifted between the two males, hoping she had quelled any conflict that might be forming between them. 

She padded towards the treeline, gaze not on the trees but on Sorin. I won't go far, her mahogany orbs seemed to silently promise as she approached. 

She slowed as she reached the dark wraith's shoulder, brushing her temple against the ebony of his ruff gently as she passed. 

" Be safe, " the soft words were carried to him on the wind as the healer disappeared into the timberland - whispered for the raven to hear alone. 

As the stark forest engulfed her, Liri tried very hard not to think of a dark cave shared with pain and fear, of a stone labyrinth she had once wandered amidst the delusions of illness.