Twinge was furious. Frustrated and it was not solely revolving around the fact that Burn had caused a ruckus. She wanted to run, to explore the lands with Bacardi as they had once done in the not-so-distant past when they were on the mainland. The little skirmish with the badger had awoken the dormant side of her nature, the side that was wild and fierce. Even now, her blood still boiled with unspent excitement, energy rolling through her veins. As wrong as it felt, she fully expected Bacardi to mimic her own frustration and irritation.

The look on her face when her mate decided to reward their son by demanding that he go to the Prairie leaves her mouth agape in shock. ”WHAT?!?” she demands, turning her fierce dark eyes away from the bright eyes of Burn to glare at Bacardi. The brush of his lips along her neckline draws a feral growl from her throat. Russet ears snap backward amid the mass of her red and white mane. Long whipcord lashes tightly against her heels as she takes a dancing step away from his alluring touch. Paper-thin nostrils flare as she tosses her head.

Burn took that opportunity to skirt out of the path of his mother’s wrath. With a muffled ’yes father..’ he ducks out of her peripheral vision giving her the chance to focus her full attention on Bacardi’s golden gaze. Dark brows narrow suspiciously as she takes a stalking step towards him, snaking her neck out to let her blunt teeth scrape across his hip as she follows his lead. ”Do you really think rewarding him with an adventure is the best way to deal with his insubordination?” she asks, unable to stop the shrill tone of her voice that begins to rise with every step.