Third Person's POV
Sabrina covered her face and whimpered like a hurt pup as she flung herself into Rosemary's arms.
Her sweet pheromones, laced with a strong aura of grievance, filled the air.
"Mother, Ulrik hit me!" she wailed, her golden eyes flickering with tears.
Rosemary's bony hand patted her back reassuringly. Calming pheromones, typical of a senior she-wolf, eased Sabrina's agitation.
She glanced at Ulrik, her eyes clouded with disappointment.
An elder's invisible aura silently suffused the room.
"You'd strike your own sister over a few words? How can you not break her heart?" Rosemary's voice was deep and weighty. "Even if her intentions weren't for you, you stand to benefit in the end."
"I hit her because she insulted our Luna!"
Ulrik growled, cedar pheromones bursting
