Same time as this thread.

Pregnancy hormones were wreaking havoc on Deluge. No wonder her mother was such a sour cunt most of the time, this was fucking awful. So sick of her throwing her guts up, obviously, both Dread and Morwenna had fucked off and left her alone. There was an itch she couldn't scratch and the only solution the hormonal first time mother could come up with was to go and pick a fight with her bitch of a mother. She should be nice and sad now the kids were out of her. Just like before. Deluge felt so rotten she wasn't above kicking her mother while she was down. Slamming the treehouse door behind her as she set off down the Ravine, she took in the uncharacteristic quiet of the place. It was like all the other inhabitants knew a storm was coming, and they had already taken cover.

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Contrary to popular opinion, Modesty wasn't a fucking idiot. She had picked up on the change in Deluge's scent and while she wasn't opposed to gaining grandchildren, they were already drowning in puppies, how the fuck did her daughter expect the pack to support even more mouths to feed? She could have asked, and then Modesty wouldn't have to make an example of her, but here they were.

The planets seemed to be in alignment, the distant slamming of a door travelling down the ravine and a hush rippled up the Ravine. The quills over Modesty's shoulders rose in response and she wiped all expression from her face as the glowing form of her daughter cleared a crest, stomping in her direction. She gave the girl the same look she had given Flurry when she had summoned her to talk. The floor was open, but Modesty's guard was up.

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The sight of her mother's bristled quills had Deluge's bioluminescence flashing in response. Her head angled low and lips peeled back to reveal her teeth with more ferocity that she had shown in any raid. "Mother." The venomous way the word dripped off her tongue made it obvious it was intended as an insult. A dark chuckle resonated through her chest as she deciphered the older woman's stance. Deluge could have been free of this fucking pageantry, if Modesty hadn't called her back, sent Scald to drag her back kicking and screaming. "Y' never warned me how fucked this'd all be." She said conversationally, trying to get the other woman to lower her guard. Eyes flicked to Modesty's right shoulder, it could have been mistaken as a look of deference, if she hadn't chosen that moment to lunge.

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Deluge was nothing if not predictable. Her father's daughter through and through.

She scoffed at the words, "You never asked..." It was a statement, and an accusation, she saw the flick of her daughters eyes and read it for what it was.

She angled her shoulder so Deluge would get a mouthful of teeth and opened her jaws to snap at her daughters ribs on the left. Her mouth was itching before she clamped down but a message needed to be sent. She used the momentum to push the slightly larger woman to the ground, a paw rising to press into her throat, blood clinging to the fur where she had already struck. It was short and brutal, but any more would risk harm to the pups and the low growl in her throat, the press of her nose against her daughter's temple should send all the message she needed to. The girl was a fool, and this was still her mother's pack. As Deluge went slack beneath her paws she stepped back, watching her daughter rise, head hung low. Modesty snorted a dismissal, but she wouldn't take her eyes off the little viper. Not yet.

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Having never been pregnant before, Deluge hadn't been expecting the breathlessness that came with it. Her mother wasn't even a fighter but she anticipated the movement, a quill scratching up the roof of her mouth and leaving her with the coppery tang of her own blood on her tongue. She quickly released, distracted in trying to scramble back, Modesty had ripped open skin over her ribs and she was falling.

Still a little shellshocked from her cockiness finally biting her in the ass, being eye to eye with her mother with a paw pressed against her throat was... a rude awakening to say the least. She allowed her body to go limp, wearily watching as the older woman backed off and snorted her dismissal. She rose to her feet, head held low and tail tucked. Message received loud and clear. She didn't get a free pass on the fuck around and find out train. Refusing to go back to the treehouse, she instead headed down to the beach, Salt water would do her aching wound wonders. She managed to hide her smirk, as she noted the drool gathering around her mother's mouth. Small victories, she'd take them.

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