Sawtooth Spire sailing through the mist, into the abyss, if you knew, would you sail out to me?

Thought only skinks did that, what freaks

It took a lot of rubbing her brain cells together, but Wylla finally put two and two together when Phaedra revealed that Tulip the mutant worm was eating eggs, not incubating them. Abject horror crawled slowly across her face, causing her jaws to slacken, her eyes to darken and her whiskers to creep back along her lips. Nope. Hell to the nope.

That was no worm.

Get away from it! she hissed, and then she was on the move. A series of choppy steps brought her looming over Phaedra. She flung her muzzle down between her child's paws, seizing the imposter snake by its tail. It tried to curl back on itself, but Wylla quickly flung her head back and released it, sending it sailing inelegantly into a nearby bush. Probably not the best way to deal with a potential threat. Wylla wasn't necessarily known for her commendable foresight. She was the type who would take a stick to a wasp's nest out of sheer panic.

Then again, it hadn't hurt Phaedra yet, so maybe it would be a good little demon and slither back from whence it came instead of being offended at its impromptu flying lesson.