Jaxxon was sitting right outside the den mouth on his perch, the scuffling of little feet behind him catching his ears and swiveling them towards the noise when the scent of piss crossed his nostrils. Wrinkling his nose the man turned his head over his shoulder just in time to see Magnolia finishing her spiteful urination and he scowled.

Mag! The man shouted, standing up and turning around to trot over to the smaller babe. Scowling with disapproval the man looked down at her and huffed through his nose. We don't piss in the nest... Go outside... He growled his amber optics gazing down at her. She knew better, he just assumed she was testing boundaries.

Testing boundaries is something he didn't really understand as he was mostly absent from his first second litter. He let them raise themselves and these babies he was actively trying... As much as he could...