even Raider's mow their lawns

Lyra listened intently, her eyes never leaving her mother's as Modesty spoke. Her mother's words wove through her thoughts, and she tried to piece together the complex idea of balance that was being presented. It was a different perspective than her usual, straightforward idea of action and reaction.

"So... it's not about strength alone," Lyra murmured after a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. How funny, Lyra was almost always sure that strength was what mattered most in this world.

She looked at her mother with a newfound sense of understanding. Lyra's gaze shifted to the turtles basking nearby, and then to the croaking of the distant crocodile. "I think I understand, Mama," she said finally, a determined glint in her eyes. "To survive, it’s not just about being the strongest, but the wisest."

She drew a deep breath, letting it out slowly, her mind still turning over her mother’s words. The young she-wolf was beginning to see that survival was not as simple as defeating every threat. It was a complex balancing act, one that required both strength and insight.

"Thank you," Lyra said quietly, giving a small nod. "I'll remember this."


"SPEECH"