Sunspire Mountains macrotus

No. Not working. She switched gears. Her child fussing was aggravating, and she only wanted it to end for selfish reasons. Like, so she could now nap, perhaps. Tonravik put her throat over the babe and rumbled lowly, hovering there, trying to perhaps startle the babe into silence like she could others with a growl. She was unsure if this tactic would work either... but she would try anything she could. In the meantime, another cub of hers squirmed. Tonravik nosed them into becoming still again, her ears still perked as she listened for Malrok.