Wheeling Gull Isle heaven helps those who help themselves

The words felt like acid on her skin (??? shitty metaphor idk). She frowned- Ying was a leader, equal to herself. Shouldn't they both value the pack? Not above all else, of course- but to imply that her children would care little for the likes of Yuèlóng was just a tiny bit like a knife in the heart. Still, she did not want to give in to reckless bickering- as tempting as that was. A deep breath. They had made up already. She would not let herself fall back into that hellhole, not yet anyway. Not now, at such an essential time. 

To her ssiste's suggestion, she shook her head once more. If we have so few members, we cannot be picky. She gazed into her sister's eyes, any shred of malice gone, only hopeful. I'm not against training them. We can take the untalented people and make them skilled. Inexperience is not a problem, only prolonged inexperience- we could work together to harden their bodies and minds. She paused, marking the border here, before continuing, awaiting her sister's thoughts.