Whoops you messed up

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.

"speech"