Swiftcurrent Creek Cars lining the streets, choking the place where kids could make believe

Predictably stupid as ever, Tiercel went right for the decoy and Wylla was able to relax for a moment with her spine curved back into the wall of their den. Rabbit ears made for good chew toys: firm with just a little give and very resilient to the tearing action of teeth. She supposed when she thought of it like that, she really couldn't fault her fussy fuck-up for investigating it.

Still, she had to give voice to her innermost thoughts as always: "God, you're dumb. It's so easy to manipulate you." Parenthood was really just one long term of manipulating your children into doing the things you don't like doing yourself, right? In her head it was a dream come true where Tiercel would hunt for her ("it's practice, I swear") and bring back wonderful tokens ("great job scouting, kiddo!"), if only she could get past the part where kids never stop wanting shit from you.

Wait, that never stops?

Shit.

Snaking one white-tipped paw forward, the she-wolf slyly trapped the ear's tip between her toes and the earth and then slowly began to drag it toward herself, away from Tiercel, if only to gauge how well her daughter shared. If she was anything like her, sharing toys was synonymous with an apocalypse-sized meltdown.