Moonstone Quarry All the world will be your enemy

The blubber-wolf beneath her was limp. Great, Pallas thought between a grit of her teeth. With a snarl she tried to heave Missy-Melodramatics over, trying once again to send her unceremoniously into the pool. Call it an early baptismal for those wretched babes in her stomach. If that didn't work, Pallas would stoop to Ospreys level: she would let go of the wolf and pivot her business end towards Osprey and conduct business upon her (AKA peei-time) -- the intent was both offensive and clear. And extremely, extremely juvenile.