Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

He was surprised to see Hydra and Lyra suddenly by his side, and truthfully, he would've scolded them if the Redhawk wolf wasn't here. They weren't allowed outside alone, not yet, and he had offered that he would take them places if that's what they wanted for that very reason. Hydra and Lyra were off doing something else when he'd picked Alya off for exploration, but now they were suddenly by her side. Were they hiding somewhere the whole time?

What Alya said was creepy as fuck, even to him, the wolf who wasn't the fucker about to be 'handled' by his children. But he remembered fighting when he was that young. He remembered the monster that he had fought when he'd been on his way to Duskfire Glacier to find Kevlyn; a thing he had only survived because of a mysterious stranger's help. And he remembered how much it had hurt every time he had gotten hurt because he was young and inexperienced in battle.

So he wasn't really going to let the Redhawk wolf have any chance of harming his daughters, even if they'd win, hands down, with the four of them. He was intending to teach them that if you acted like you'd win anyway, you didn't have to fight. He nosed Alya's head lovingly and in the process said in a low voice, with intent for the Redhawk not to hear is, "Winning is all about intimidation by words rather than actual fighting." He winked at his girls then before turning back to face Sassafras, his body puffed up with dominance to show his daughters, in part, what he meant. "Maybe we should use you to send a message to that fucker Peregrine," he said in a low, dangerous voice as he stared straight at the Redhawk wolf. He hoped his girls would actually decipher that they shouldn't go kill'n'attack mode (yet) but that they should just play along the game; the only thing he'd let them actually fight was the Redhawk's retreating butt.