Saga just wanted a peaceful dinner. Was that so much to ask for? Currently, it was mostly Magnolia getting on her nerve. The little wench kept trying to vault herself over her mother into the outdoors, but she was too short, too uncoordinated, too weak to make it. Did that stop her from trying, flinging herself into Sagas flank, her stomach, her chest?

What do you think?

She knew there would be some sort of tantrum, but when Mags skulked off, she was just happy to continue eating. Laurel was there, chewing on the other side as Magnolia often did but not really getting much. If it kept them occupied, fine, Saga didn't care.
The scent reached her nose, too, but not until after her mate had headed for the nest where their daughter had vanished into, followed by his thunderous shout. Saga herself quailed, ears pinning, and she peered over with a worried pinch to her brows. She didn't think Jaxx would hurt the whelps, but she didn't want them to grow up afraid as she'd always been.

And, as if to prove her point, poor Laurel wasn't just shaking but had created a wet spot of her own.

Jaxxon, she stressed softly, quietly, swallowing a lump in her throat. She didn't linger to see if he acknowledged or even heard her admonishing, just shifted her silver daughter to between her paws and set to grooming her.
Now she had a kid to clean, a bath to take, and a nest to clean. >:(