Draco seemed to emulate her denial, her anxieties and nervous ticks. Nebula was spiteful and loud, ready to combat whatever came in her way. It was only time that the third, only now named Polaris, would show up with her worst qualities. Defiance, distrusting, anger. The spit to her paws almost caused a lashing to the face, her nose screwing up as, within the same moments, she lifted a paw to shake his saliva back to him. She didn't ask for them to dwell in her stomach months ago, she only carried them because the partner she was with promised to love them. Did they fill her kids' heads with stories? Did they not know her mother was a wolf in tattered sheep's clothes?
"I haven't tried it. Thanks for the recommendation," she growled in retaliation. He was getting angry, visibly so and while it wasn't startling, the girl feigned surprise by raising her monobrow, "So are you going to stay to tell your siblings hello? Do you want to eat something? Did you want me to say something in particular? I'm feeling giving today, I might be up for it," teasing her son was probably the worst thing to do, but she almost hoped that he would be like the other two, living in the corner of her home and being the disgusting, mashed up family they ended up becoming.