Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

She peered down her muzzle at her daughter when she caught the tone of her voice. She blinked owlishly, and noted that her daughter took that as a cue to smarten up and act appropriately. Her paws weren't perfectly squared up, and puffing her thin chest out like that wouldn't do much for her balance. She sighed softly, lightly disappointed that Thyra struggled so much with the basics- and she'd been learning them since she was a puppy. 

She offered an excuse and Solveig nodded, plodding forth with a smoothe nod, as though she might reach out to embrace her daughter after all. Instead, though, when she leaned toward her daughter, it was to give her a solid headbutt to the loose muscle at Thyra's vulnerable flank. With her feet spread so wide, it was an easy target.