Snowforest Taiga what's left of our eden's garden to grow?

She grinned, made confident by her own claim that she was capable of shooing the demon away. The black onthat wouldn't stand a chance against her, the lion cub of Sagtannet, and especially would not hesitate to get the hell out of dodge as soon as her mama and papa unearthed his intentions. Phaedra would defend her too, surely - wasn't that the purpose of one's pack? To look out for one another? Ciri, blind to her mother's conflict with Sagtannet's Alphess and disconnection, had not considered that hers might repel her very existence among them.

"Hey, can you fuck off?"

Oh. Ouch.

Ciri, surprised by the venom with which the pearl spoke, was rendered speechless. She blinked up into Phaedra's pale features, confused and hurt by the sharpness of her suggestion, and pressed her sodden lobes back against her head. "But-" she wanted to bite back with words, argue that she was nothing but a big meanie, but her skyrocketing anxiety and the bitter cold caused her teeth to clack shut. She gritted them together, willing herself not to sob over this harsh, cruel rejection, but tears pricked the corners of her wide eyes all the same. "Why?"