Heron Lake Plateau they escaped the weight of the darkness

Wisteria ignored most of what was going on—she didn't give two shits about her younger siblings and she was much too nervous to approach her littermates, who both looked sullen enough to warn her away even if she wasn't anxious about it. Instead she remained at the back of the group, tethered to the ground until Sionnach approached her. Even before the cub's loud demand, Wisteria's ears were pressing backward and her eyes were narrowing.

But Sionnach's scream set all the reactive she-wolf's nerves alight; she didn't like kids to begin with, let alone a loud-mouthed brat in her face when she hadn't yet come to terms with how she felt about having younger siblings. She swung her head low in a fearsome display of savagery and clapped her jaws sharply shut less than half an inch from her little sister's nose, loosing a deep, rancid snarl at the same time. The back of her neck was spiked with agitation and her tail lashed dangerously at her hocks. She was the closest to Sionnach. She could kill her in two seconds if she wanted to and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her. They could take their revenge after the fact, but in the moment, Wisteria would be unstoppable.

Drawing back her whiskers, she snarled again in the pup's face. She wouldn't do it, but she could, and that knowledge made her display all the more serious. Raven's approach was utterly ignored, as were all the other brats; her focus was solely on Sionnach and making her back up as soon as possible.