Two Rivers Isle ELSA, PLEASE DON'T SLAM MY MEMES

Vassago's little teeth, though used gently, opened her healing scratches on her muzzle from a spar with Shink. She didn't care though, rather liked the thought of the little one tasting wolf blood for the first time in some weird twisted way. She let out a soft whimper before pulling back, letting him know that blood causes quite some pain in most situations. She wiped her muzzle on her own fur, going back to her lesson shortly after. 

She watched him think, shaking her head as he said Malice. It was true that Malice was Malice, but the next answer was far more correct. Yes, Malice is mom! She chipped happily out of wonder. She nosed him, longer this time, giving him sweet mommy kisses and a soft blow to his face. Now, what is Burke? She asked next, assuming Burke taught them all his name.