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

Training a child was as easy as training a dog, but Wylla had neither experience with children nor dogs to draw from. Giving the screeching little shit what she wanted was the quickest way to get her to shut up, so it was the method most conducive to Wylla's desires. She didn't have any foresight to know what a terrible decision all of this was; that would come later. Her future was lining up perfectly for that ultimate fight where Tiercel comes home with a tattoo on her ass cheek reading "fuck off mom" and proceeds to walk all over poor Wylla.

The inherent bond between mother and daughter was absent for a fleeting moment as the masked she-wolf turned her head away from her possessive spawn just long enough for Tiercel to get herself in trouble. Again. Seriously, you couldn't leave her alone for two seconds. The yacking sound had an instant effect on the new mother, who shot to her feet and cleared the den in the space of two seconds. She hoisted Tiercel into the air, away from the ear she was choking on, and proceeded to gently shake her up-and-down in a vain effort to dislodge whatever was in her throat.