Northstar Vale Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight

Chaudry woke her with a start. He was angry, she could tell. He spoke of his mother's litter, that she had given birth to a daughter. Pala could not understand why he would be unhappy, not until the disdain for the child's condition slipped from his tongue. He insisted that she had to do something to change it, to make Julienne the heiress. She knew instantly what he meant; he wanted her to commit infanticide.

Disgust coating her scarred face, she rose to a stand and was quick to shoot forward with a snap of her teeth. She wanted him out of her den, out of her life. He was disgusting man, not suited to have fathered her children. She understood that now.

He stumbled back but still, as Chaudry would, he held strong. With no words exchanged except a harsh snarl she lurched for his leg now and sunk her teeth in. They were stood close together, the space was small, it was no challenge.

With what seemed to her a roar of pure rage the Montagne son and herself tumbled out of the den, Pala the only one between the pair ensuring that the children were not stepped on in the scuffle. She felt a sense of attachment to them for the first time, a need to protect.