The Heartwood it's not even my kid!

What the hell... Emèlie looked down confused, trying to figure out who the runt thought they were talking to. Excuse me? she asked, leaning down so that they were at eye level with each other. A low rumble crept from her maw in a hearty laugh. Her teeth were exposed as her tail was lifted dominantly above her back. Maybe now would be a good time to get rid of the extra cargo.