Sawtooth Spire This city's gonna break my heart.

The bellowing of her tiny Tasmaniam devil just beyond the den was enough to draw Nyx from the lull of a much-needed nap, and her raven-tipped lobes sprung forward. The tawny Ostrega scrambled to her paws, fuelled by desperation to attend to her baby's needs, and charged from her hollow with fur bristled and tail arched.

She blinked against a fierce light of the morning sun, lips curled to reveal fangs that were ready to sink into flesh of whatever dared get too close to her brood. The assumed danger, however, was not what the lioness expected. Nearby, a squirrel sat on its hind legs and observed the wolf pup, unphased by her display.

"Ciri," the mother exhaled, frustrated, "seriously!?"