Firefly Ravine A walking ball of anxiety

Out into the open, her daughter had succeeded in going. Sen was proud, to a certain degree, but never did she show it. Rather, she'd worn a disinterested expression, her features budging naught even when the young wolf had looked in her direction. She would not coddle her children, for to do so would only teach them that acting fearful was a wonderful thing to do. It would make them believe that the world was fair, that there existed not a single dangerous being in the world. Above all else, however, it taught them to rely on others to accomplish things for them, rather than tackling the task by themselves. Being members of the Gorgon family line, the mother would not allow for her daughters to get off so easily, and so it was with strongly limited emotions that she raised them.

When Zephyr had laid down, her amber gaze followed his every movement. Though tough was she on her children, never would she allow for another soul to harm them—that was her job, after all. Even though he'd been a member of the pack for a long while, and had proven his worth time and time again, she was still unable to feel comfortable with him being close to Chusi. Yet, he was not chased away. Even when he'd offered to hunt for them, she'd shaken her head, deciding to let him hang around for a bit longer instead of sending him off right away. Never did a word leave her mouth just yet, focus being on the two dark forms, muscles tensed and body ready to lunge forward should it be necessary.