Maybe it's all part of a plan

Roselin would hum in disappointment, in boredom as she lifted her gaze up at her brother. This one was no real fun, no real challenge, but they had to take the small stuff too, in order to appreciate the more difficult ones. She came willingly, and right now for the tired siblings, that was good enough. So she slowly smiled up at her brother as he spoke, but she remained silent, calculating. She was always calculating, always planning, so when her brother's eyes rose to her, perfect brow bone rising, she already know the answer. A smile twinged her lips as she looked at their prey before she inclined her head, motioning in the direction they came. "Come, Mouse, lets show you our home." She said softly, turning then to begin walking in the direction of their home. She had stressed the word, in a way that made it exclusive to just her and Ambrose. It wasn't the mouse's house, it would never be her home, and Ros would make her know that. This was Roselin and Ambrose's life, their domain, and their little prey was there only while she remained useful.

"Burn Baby Burn"