Firefly Ravine "Speak", the queen said

Dlak.

Mispronounced and then repeated several times over, essentially annoying the new mother to no end. "Dark," the woman had insisted, drawing out the word with the intention of making her speak it correctly. To hear her talk so terribly was almost embarrassing, for always were the Gorgons refined individuals. Every female of their family knew how to get their way, and often did they use words to do so. Those incapable of speaking properly were useless creatures, and so corrections began immediately.

Still had the girl said it the same, forcing the woman's ears to fall back. Had she somehow given birth to a defective specimen? Had Depp's genes truly been so awful that the child spawned from his loins could not even speak appropriately? Oh, how she wished not. She'd been prepared to try again, perhaps even force the whelp to speak as one should, but fell silent whilst watching the movements of the other. It was towards the entrance that she'd gone, and so Sen allowed for a low growl to rumble within her throat as a warning. "Come here now," the elder wolf commanded. "You don't go anywhere without me, do you understand? Don't even try to leave." Did the child have a death wish? "Get back over here and sit. You're going to practice this until you say it like it should be spoken." She was serious.