No lessons learned

Kevalin's self appointed baby sitting duty had been relatively boring. The little buggers mostly just slept and ate. He dismissed himself when their mother arrived, but returned shortly after. She had some inclining he believed but he hadn't a clue if she understood the extent of their fight that day. So when he heard movement and a growl he was scrambling to get inside the den before any damage could be done.

He wasn't surprised to see the male again, staring at his siblings as if they were ripe for the picking. Kevalin released a low growl and stared directly at the young whelp.