Whoops you messed up

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.

"speech"