Oula Whitebark
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Oula nodded in agreement. She had no doubt the little owl's beak was quite capable of dislodging eyeballs if she was ever so inclined. An angry mother was not something to be trifled with, even one that was a fraction of the size of a wolf. Oula's creamy brows rose, a slight smirk lining the edges of her lips as she regarded the young wolf, almost daring him to say aloud what it was he was afraid of. Her tail swished, showing she was amused rather than offended. It was healthy to have just a little bit of fear of one's elders, it kept the youth in line. Kept them on their toes. At times she wondered if the Hollow had made her too soft, but it was good to know that others thought she might be capable of removing appendages if the mood struck her. Not that she planned on taking her pregnant frustrations out on any of her packmates. But after the close call with Pip's siblings earlier in the month, what was planned and what actually happened were not always the same. "Your tail is safe with me," She gave a laugh, shaking her head, "Perhaps it's best we give your friend some space. I'm sure she has much work to do."cover me with salt now, show me how