The woman growled low, an annoyed rumble of protest. You think our own children wouldn't be fitting spies? Even as she said it, she knew it would be true, if their first trio were anything to say about their...subtlety. Already, the newest litter was starting to show their sparks as well, their teeth. Her face showed her thought process, her tail lashed, and she even bared her teeth for good measure as she thought it over, before her body settled.

I'll allow it to try Nephthys spoke, her lip twitching as if she wanted to just kill it and be done with it. If it survives training, it will become an Ouroboros. But hear me, my love, it will face the same training our children do, when they do. At weaning, when the pups are the size of full grown foxes, this kit will be won't even be the size of a rabbit by then.

The same training that leaves wolf pups battered and bruised, bitten, would surely kill a fox. The way Nephthys trains them, at least.