Goldilocks ate the porridge, killed the bears

thistle stood outside the den waiting and listening. As she heard the yelp her heart fell to the bottom of her guts. She wondered who it was, was it Ragnar or Gavriil or Pump or even the priestess Nerian. Who was it. She ran a muzzle across her side to soothe the babes inside, though mostly to soothe herself. To give herself the proof that she need to stay hidden and silent and not stray until she was certain the danger was gone. This was hard for the little golden flower child as her mother would say. She wanted to help her friends and her family as this pack had become both, but she could not until the aftermath was here, until the carnage came to an end.