Thread Content Warning: Parent-child violence, child abuse

It was official.

Jay was going to kill the brat.

She was regretting giving life to that gemstone - any other gemstone would have been better. No Gemstone would have been better.

She could not believe that her daughter had disrespected Mother so. It was blasphemy, she had not raised her pup to be like this!

The she-wolf growled, pacing as she waited for her daughter to join her, a dead windhopper at her paws.

"She speaks." 'She thinks.' She does.

Yewberry was in no hurry.

Why would she be? It was just Mother, it wasn't anyone important.

So what if she skipped the meetings? Wasn't like The Goose would throw her out, anyways. She was Jayberry's blood, and Mother was The Goose's favorite, so she would not be thrown out.

She groomed her fur to perfection, straightening the feathers until they laid just so, before trotting to join Mother in Polaris. She didn't know why the wolf-bitch wanted to meet her there, but no matter.

The hybrid snatched the windhopper from her mother's paws, sinking her beak into it without waiting for permission.

Paws crunched on leaves, and the wolf raised her head as her daughter approached. She stilled, ears forward, forcing her body-language to be somewhat relaxed.

"Yewberry," she began, her voice a low growl. This had already gone off to a bad start - her daughter had ignored her, selfishly tearing into the windhopper - and she began to pace again. "No words. I have no words for how ashamed of you I am. You... you... how dare you act like this! Ignore me, ignore Mother! Show us both such disrespect! I think I've been a good Mother, haven't I? All I have asked of you is that you show us the proper respect - show Mother the respect she deserves, attend the meetings. And yet you couldn't even do that."

Stilling, she turned to face Yewberry. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"She speaks." 'She thinks.' She does.

The hybrid didn't deign to acknowledge her Mother even by turning her ears her way, busy tearing chunks out of the Windhopper with her beak. Of course, she heard what her Mother said - she had to. Her Mother was loud, even growling as she was, and the sound went into her ears.

"I don't see why it matters." she said lackadaisically around a mouthful of windhopper. "The Goose isn't going to do anything, anyways. You're her favorite, and I'm your kid. It's not like we're actually doing anything, so I'm not missing anything. Why are you so fussed about that overgrown chicken, anyways?"

Overgrown chicken.

Yewberry had not just called Mother an overgrown chicken.

No child of hers would call Mother an overgrown chicken.

And even worse, the mutt had gone right back to feeding on the windhopper that she, herself, had killed for the ingrate, providing for it out of the goodness of her heart.

The Goose.

A lower snarl bloomed in the wolf's chest, and her lips curled back from her teeth. She saw herself in her Daughter's eye as she lunged, burying her teeth in the younger's chest.

Round: 1/?
Attempt: Bite Yew's chest
Defense: none
Injuries: none

"She speaks." 'She thinks.' She does.

A low growl sounded, and Yew rolled her eyes. Mother liked to posture, act all aggressive, but she was all bark, no bite. If she had ever been mean, ever been capable of hurting someone, it had been before Yew was hatched, and that was ages ago.

So, admittedly, she was rather shocked when she raised her head to find Mother, face twisted in rage, a stride away, teeth bared. And then there was pain, a horrible tearing pain as the black bitch's teeth clamped down on the meat of her chest. Yew screamed, head whipping around, and sank her beak into the wolf's neck.

Round: 1/?
Attempt: Peck her neck and make her let go!
Defense: None
Injuries: Bitten chest

The she-wolf's eyes widened, and she snarled as there was a stabbing pain in her neck. Bracing her paws on the ground, she yanked back, tearing free the mouthful of flesh. As she walked back, she spat out the flesh and feathers, licking her lips to try and clean them of the incandescent green feathers that clung to them.

Her daughter glared back at her, beak stained with blood, and they faced off. Lunging forward, she slammed into Yew, sinking her teeth into the hybrid's neck as she took her to the ground.

Round: 2/?
Attempt: Bite her neck and pin her down
Defense: none
Injuries: Peck wound in neck

"She speaks." 'She thinks.' She does.