see the new moon rising

Again she listened, though perhaps this time with less patience. It was true that she was not a patient woman, and in this, her anger had rooted in her and blossomed insidiously within. That showed now. Tonravik was able, this time, to wait until he finished. 

She was silent for a lesser amount of time than she had been before, because it was clear she agreed. Arverk ought to have called to them, the pack. But they both knew the male had plenty of learning to do. "If he died, he died," she hummed, "The strong survive. It is we who will show him the way. Whoever she is outside is not who she is in our home: a dead woman." Consequences be damned. "I did not kill my plains wolf because it was time to see what we were up against," not because she was soft. "and I tell you now: I will kill them all if they come to us again." One by one. Little by little. Many or few. Son or daughter. Brother of sister. She would expect no different treatment of them toward she and hers.

Those who made to trespass against them would find only death, now.