Moonspear you were the one next to me

"Positive; My dad confirmed it, and Dad is sane," Liffey whispered back promptly, "...though he did choose my mother..." In spite of her misgivings about the beast they were tracking, she couldn't help but smile at the thought. There were no two wolves in the history of the world that were more perfectly matched than her parents, in her own completely unbiased opinion.

But that was neither here nor there. Liffey focused on the cat again as it paused to maul a tree, her hackles prickling uncomfortably. Her packmate's words were enough to tear her nervous gaze from it, and she turned to look at her in surprise. "Drive it out? Just us?" she repeated, "Don't you think we could use some back up? I mean, I might look like my mom, but that's about all I inherited from her." The cougar-fighting skills skipped a generation, as did the mute button programmed on her mother's common sense.