[Edmund races into the central courtyard of Cair Paravel, clutching a satchel full of four wriggling wolf pups, and calls for his siblings, especially his sisters. They are female, they will have some idea of what he should do to care for them, won't they?]
Susan! Lucy! Peter! Come quick! I need you! Please!

Susan! Lucy! Please! It's important!
[one of pups begins to whine and Edmund starts to worry, what if it's sick? Or hungry? Or something? He doesn't know what to do. He needs Susan. He needs his Gentle Sister-Queen now.]

((OOC: Timeline is Golden Age. Other than that, I'm loose on when exactly.)

Well, that was-ow. Ow. Ow. Phillip, stop fussing, would you? As I was saying, well that was a mostly successful attack on a remnant of the Witch-Queen forces. Next time, Pete, listen to Orieus when he tells us to get away, would you? I don't enjoy getting hurt saving your Magnificent behind as often as I have since we began to go on these raids.

Perhaps you ought to reconsider.

[ ooc: timeline up to you!

/revives this place ]