Worst In Me

Sleep had overtaken the woman soon after her children were safely nestled at her side, squirming and grunting in an admittedly kind of cute way. They seemed determined to charm her with those tiny bodies and goofy sounds. One moment she was admiring the little ones, glad no one could see her right now, the next she was gone. Who could blame her, this whole birthing ordeal was real damn tiring.

The voices outside didn't bother her at all, she could sleep right through that. It was the shout that caused the beasts eyes to fly open, crackling like sparks with the intensity of her displeasure. Leaving the squealing babes she would haul herself to her paws, lumbering forward to emerge from the depths of her den, teeth flashing. "The fuck do you want?" she growled in a venomous tone. Read the room, brother.