Ouroboros Spine isumaaġun

It was as though Moon Owl could feel the tension in her rise. He flapped his wings and screeched, striving to redirect from the negative feelings she held towards the explanation and pride her son exhibited. "He is young! Give him grace!" the totem implored. "Be patient!"

Her face became devoid of emotion as she wrangled with her thoughts, and she opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it again and take a deep breath. 

That beaver fur was a gift for him—it belongs to him, she explained slowly, doing her best to not let her temper get the best of her. I worked very hard on that, and now it is ruined. I am very disappointed in your behavior. 

"Patience!" She was too far gone to heed Moon Owl's warning. 

You are not to treat any of your pack members the way that you treated him. He is allowed to see your anaa. That is not your decision to make. If I hear that you cause any more trouble like this—you will be in very big trouble. Do you understand? The look she gave him was direct and stern.