Swiftcurrent Creek in ruhig fließender bewegung

Her own anger bubbled within her breast, threatening to spill forth with the subtle twitch of an upper lip. The gargoyle glowered down at her with a hardened stare, her own champagne eyes sharp as they bore into his own with the silent dare that he push her further. Instead, what followed was something that Durnehviir didn't expect: a confession that he had been a father, and had lost his offspring.

For a moment, she faltered. The dragoness' furrowed brow softened as she cast her gaze downward in consideration of what terrible chaos Mahler must've faced in his lifetime, before she made to look upon his face once more. "I am sorry for your loss," she told him genuinely, though her defensive edge remained, "and you are right. They are pack." She was not insensitive to the children of Swiftcurrent that were not of her womb, despite the distance she put between them. 

Mahler had not seen the hardship they'd faced in Ravensblood. Their move to the Creek had been to start fresh and provide the best for their royal offspring, away from the crowding on the coast that had begun to threaten their hunting grounds. So when he asked her pointedly if she felt that her pups deserved more than those of others, Durnehviir curled her lip and bore her fangs in a silent snarl. "No, I am not," she rumbled, "we were unprepared to have so many litters so soon after we relocated, but I have never thought less of Chusi's children. I demoted their mother, not them."