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some anger had risen in relmyna's breast as shivali seemed to present an obstacle; the pallid wolfess was only attempting an offer of aid to the mother, but the aspiring priestess met the sight with laid-back ears. in the confusion that ensued, the heated glare of the wolfess burned toward astara, and with a quick strike of her paw, she sought to trip the girl into the snow outside the den.
presumably successful, relmyna lunged down toward the small muzzle, seeking to clamp it in a warning vise and force astara to drop the rock of tongues — panic gorged her, as she had not yet disciplined either of her daughters so harshly, but it must be done.