From Ch. 26 of The Siren’s Remorse
 
While the charge to the surrounded females broke for a steadfast dash into the enchanted shields and awaiting crossbows. The situation with the capture mission had devolved at an exceeding rate. The initial suppression methods to protect from the siren’s song had already bore the fruits and many failures as more than half of the unit were unsuccessful in warding off the spell binding music. Those that heard the song were doomed from the start, the lucky few who whose heart beats were the entire audio world to them rallied to do the deed. Immediately, those affected Night Guard collapsed into the sands upon the first pass, dazed and stone faced like a stallion seeing the perfect mare for the first time. There could be no time for any of the sirens to relish in their prizes, the shrills of hatchlings being scooped up from the more distant mothers signaled the still present danger.
 
For two guards, the task became far too real for their tastes even if they could not hear. Lance Corporal Gold Dust and Corporal Nocture Star were lifting their own catch, a shimmering white opal scaled young siren who they could tell by the skull was a filly by pony standards. Frail, squirming, and screaming hatchlings all around were lifted away up to the top of the cliff and out of their family’s safety. The few that were far too guarded by the girth of their guardians closer to the matriarch were left for the next attempt as it took two or more guards to carry the trophies up into the air without dropping them as hard as they wiggled. While Star could ignore the obvious crying and stretching arms towards its kin, Gold Dust couldn’t help but look back to the beach as he pumped his wings harder to lift the cargo. He could feel the vibrations of the little thing crying out with all its might, and that made him second guess for a moment.
 
Other guards were racing upwards with varying colors of siren young as their mothers pleaded, “Rubata! Leave her alone! NOOOO! She’s my only one!!” one the females had tried to use her tail to leap up at the three only to fall back from gravity, flopping on the sandy shore to attempt again.
 
“Tessitura! Elegy!!” Mouthed another panicking mother.
 
“MOM!” Gold felt and figured out what the filly had been shouting over and over again.
 
The guard readjusted his grip as they reached a terminal height that could harm even the filly, “Help Mommy!!”
 
“Legata! Don’t take her! Please!!” the opal hatchlings mother soon tried to climb the steep rock as tears began to fall from her eyes, a haunting moment for the thestral before he tore his eyes away.
 
Frantic calls and pleas between mothers and their pups nearly override the music the other sirens refused to break. Gold had not been the only one affected, these beasts were just as much a family as any of them. Never had they ever been on a mission such as this. Unlike fighting terrors of the forests or rebels, these beings appeared to be far more aware and sentient enough. Not even a whimpering shadow agent begging for his life drew apprehension like these sirens had. Dust made eye contact with his fellow battle wing, Nocturnes silver eyes gave him the most mechanical gaze he’d seen in a warrior unless they were mourning a fallen. He would find no help in that warrior, that particular warrior had belonged to the clan who specialized in mental restraints to handle the psychological effects of service.