Blackfeather Woods fruit of thy womb.

Emèlie watched as the boy circled her and took in each hate filled word he spat. Generally speaking, she would've been proud that he'd finally grown out of his lollipop panties, but he was speaking to his mother. She rumbled lowly in a devilish chuckle and began to make her way around her son as well. She bore her teeth and snapped at his flank, tugging at patches of fur.

The only difference between you and I, my child, is that I know what I'm doing.

Were you not taken care of? Did I not ensure you both places at the top? What you did after that is based on your own mistake, not mine. That much was true. Though Emma might not have been the most doting mother, she made sure her children were never hungry or cold, nor that they ever had to suffer at the bottom. You have my blood, Lennox. You could've easily taken whatever you wanted.
With one final snap at her son's tail, Emma lunged into his side, aiming for whatever part of him she could latch onto.