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She was afraid of them being hurt by either Nemesis or her brood. She trusted the others to protect them, but she could never be sure. She gave her own children a larger rein, but she still checked in on them, making sure, reassuring their safety.

Their teeth were coming in, something she was painfully reminded of as they fed. With little food available, it was hard to provide them with furs to chew on, and harder still to protect their bedding from her children's destructive teething maws.

Ganondorf, She said sternly as she observed her fire-pelted son. She still could not deduce why his pelt was shaded the way it was, a furious band of red-orange akin to flames, having never met any of the donors' relatives. It remained a mystery. Don't, She grabbed his scruff, tearing him away from the pelt. She barely noticed Atshen lurking in the shadows, her attention focused on her wayward son. He needed something else to play with.