Sawtooth Spire dear god: thanks, if you loved me the vegetables would be extinct

For exactly one second, Wylla sawed into Stag's hindquarters with a whirlwind force, then relinquished him and spun quickly away. Henceforth the yearling was ignored unless he saw fit to stupidly try his luck with her, but she hoped he took the hint and made himself scarce. Thorny nature aside, it gave the Eisen no pleasure to harm her pack mates, but sometimes it was the best and quickest way to teach a hard lesson. Approaching cubs as young as Phaedra and Thade was a big no-no. Better Stag learn it from her than someone else.

She ushered Phaedra back into the cave with a sound somewhere between a hiss and a growl, settling for her begging daughter to partake of her sore teats only when she had sequestered her and her well-behaved brother in the corner furthest from the den entrance. Attempts to interact beyond feeding were met with a wrinkled snout and warning growl to communicate that she wasn't at all pleased with her cubs (even poor Thade, who had done nothing wrong—it could just as easily have been him, after all) and didn't think they deserved any attention right now.