Hushed Willows my heart is my armor

Whatever superiority Tavi was exuding, it wasn't on purpose. She had a mission set in her mind and she wasn't about to let anything get in the way of it. Not other wolves, not her own biology (as she felt the need to pee welling in her gut, for the upteenth time today) and certainly not a swarm of bugs that had barely begun to touch down upon the territory. There was some time. Her insistence - that she avoid birthing her babies in the heart of the Keep, in the damn Crook, which in her mind would shift her future children's belonging from Reek to Warbone — that feeling was so overwhelming that Tavi didn't even notice the other woman's comment, and took off as soon as she had turned away. Tavi was intent on finding somewhere safe, and would dig out a whelping den if she couldn't. Not even this mess of bugs could stop her from such an important task.