Duskfire Glacier I am never the first to know

The kid was awfully slow - this, of course, didn't help him gain any respect in Hedda's eyes, nor change the opinion that such a weakling and scaredy cat should not be walking the earth. Why was it so that often the harsh natural selection, which spared neither the weak and sickly ones, nor the strong, sometimes let these kind of fellows slip through and continue exist? They said that the gods had a grand plan behind it all... yet - she glared at the yearling, this was the furthest from grand she had ever seen.

When Hedda thought that she had been merciful and patient enough in coping with the chap's slowness, she left her post from walking behind him and came to his side, letting out a low and menacing growl: "Speed up!" If he did not, there were other effective means of making one move. Ankle biting and herding was the most harmless of them all.