Surely, if they were both less aggravative wolves to begin with, they might have been able to handle the solution calmer… instead, offense flew around between them. There was a snapping and Rhae responded in kind, her tail curving and curling as she bared her fangs in turn. She let the woman get her piece out and Rhae snapped her jaws towards her, irritation coursing through her veins.
“I don’t want you to treat her like a princess. I want you to treat her like she’s a fucking kid. When she does something wrong, correct her but don’t snap at her like she’s the devil incarnate when she doesn’t yet know any better.” She defended, still very clearly fed up from the first interaction she had witnessed between her daughter and the guardian. “And don’t fucking insinuate that I don’t pull my weight around here, like I’ve never taught her to pull her own either. She’s growing up and she’s taking on more responsibilities. I help keep you fed and protected as well just like every other fucking wolf here does. We’re a pack. We work together. We all pull our own weight and we help each other survive. That was what your brother founded this place as.” She loathed the implication she did not pull her weight.
“She is not oblivious. She’s a child, still learning, still curious. I’d rather her be curious and ask questions and get her paws into trouble that we can pull her out of than be send out into a world unprepared.” Rhaegara had seen her own parents torn apart in front of her eyes, and she had never truly recovered. Every reaction was visceral and the nightmares still haunted her. The fur bristled along her spine. She had been holding it in for so long and it was just good to let it out.