Moonspear not being able to find it

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Shed blood with his milk-teeth? Could hydra even hear herself and understand how ridiculous that statement sounded? Her progeny, all twenty pounds of him, inspired such ire within the dark girl. As she spoke and discharged her babe upon the sunripened earth, Olive found herself looking at not the child — but at her. She was but a child herself, yet so stoic and violent. Olive was reminded a lot of Arturo in those final days of their relations [taken prisoner and interrogated by her own kin] — and if the coy wolf had the brute force the throw around, as did Hydra [well, when compared to a puppy]. 

How very proud she must feel, sneered Olive within her own mind, somewhat surprised at her own vehemence — It was the type of emotional extremism that she sought to avoid with her separation from Dakarai; but for her children, it was different. Her relationship with her children did not throw the world off its balance [as her love for Dakarai had], no, her babes were divinely crafted by gods’ hand themselves. Thus, she would defend it with her life; the universe had placed them within her womb for that very reason, did they not?

Olive would dare say that, in that moment, she felt more anger towards the young nyx than she had towards the family when it sent her to exile. At least with Teaghlaigh, the punishment was not without its crime [as inhumane as the punishment was], but here, this… it was impossible for Olive to see the blame. So consumed was the mother that she did not notice Dakarai come up beside her — and when she noticed him so near her, she nearly flinched from the electricity that sparked between them — and she found the she was glad for his presence, even if he seethed with negativity. 

”He is two months old,” Olive explained to all that were in attendance, as if this was something they could not easily see for himself. He was all gangly legged and long of face, with those vibrant blue eyes that easily spoke of babyhood. How was she the only one who could see this? ”and a pack member for only half that.” The druid’s voice was kept low and melodic, hoping to pass for some semblance of calm. ”give him the time and he will adapt. He is an infant, not a beast —  as we all once were.” Did the young woman so quickly forget herself and her young age?

But Hydra nor the new male did not stay long to discuss the guidelines of childhood and childrearing [as if they knew anything about this at all] and they soon departed. Then, Dakar chastised her for her… tender way of mothering. Olive felt biting words rise in her throat, but swallowed them and redirected her anger at the ones who deserved it: the family of wolves so nervous and self conscious that they constantly needed to assert themselves above a mere child. ”She does not decide such things. Olive cast a sidelong glance at the path Hydra and Terance used to make their exit. 

As excusable as the mother believed her children to be, the truth was still there: they could not jeopardize their place within Moonspear to fulfill childish whims. The children would have to learn. Olive motioned with a tip of her chin towards their mountainside dwelling, not too far away. “Come. We all need to discuss our etiquette.” Her gamine frame moved to walk back towards the den. “You should be there too.” She stopped to look over her shoulder, making sure that Dakarai and Aries were both in tow. 

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