Heron Lake Plateau they escaped the weight of the darkness

Hunkered down and glowering in the direction of the welcoming shadow-wolves ahead, Eshe was an immovable ball of lint— an angry one at that— clinging to Tiarnach's warm, reassuring flank. In fact, the only thing capable of drawing the girl out from her hatefully silent declaration of mistrust, was a shrill screech from an earnestly frightened Sionnach; a sound to which Eshe turned reflexively towards, fear bright in her eyes.

And it was this same fear that kept her rooted unwillingly to the spot. No matter how much of her wanted to run to her sister, and huddle up for safety, a more powerful urge not to face what Sionnach had experienced kept her stationary. Quivering, but immobile. Awaiting what she felt would be a similarly terrible indoctrination to their new environment.