The Tangle queen so strong thought she was a machine

When she spoke, Lilia smiled faintly. She looked the young one over, and came to the conclusion that this must be one of Mireille's babes. She remembered the last time she'd seen the seawolf, and how she had been just about ready to give birth. The other kids of the pack were slightly older, and had already ventured out into the Tangle only to be guided home by the wandering guardian of the Rise. It would track, then, that this be the Obsidian's child. 

"Lilia," She said. "An' I'm guethin' you're one of Mireille'th kidth, right?" She asked, even though she knew the answer was likely affirmative. "Y'know, I heard if you Thapphique wolveth go too far from the thea, you thprout antlerth like deer an' forget how to thwim." She lifted her head to peer at the child's crown, eyebrows lifting. "Yup, I can already thee antler nubth."