let slip the dogs of war

These little monsters were driving her mad. They had been cooped up in the den for just long enough, and now they were grown enough to withstand the cold. The morning was still young, the sun was just rising. Yet, the children were awake. Their squabbling was grating, and the pallid woman had had enough. Rising slowly to her paws, she levelled Divo with a hard look. The little one was struck with the expression of a deer in the headlights. With a heavy sigh, she nodded her head towards the mouth of the cavern. "Бегите, маленькие монстры. Мир ждет, и я устал от вашей беспредельности." She announced, taking a few steps towards the snow laden grounds beyond the cave.

Poking her head out into the ruddy light of the dawn, she made sure there were no predators lurking. Sure enough, the coast was clear. "Я уверен, что твой отец скоро будет здесь." She announced, and with a gentle paw, tapped the rump of her middle child. It was time for them to be released from the confines of the whelping den, and see what the world had to offer.