Trespasser Alert!

Artemis watched her sister scrap with an undeniable sense of pride. Hah, looks like she had taught her older sister a thing or too. She cackled and hollared and whooped when she though it was necessary, having far more fun watching that feeling need to join in. Every mistake Leto make ammunition for later after all. "You get him, Leto! When you win we can take him back to Daddy as a present!" After all, Daddy was collecting people for his new pack thingy, they ought to help him!

It was hard for Leto to figure out who ended up on top on their little scrap, metaphorically speaking, but that didn't keep her from bad-mouthing anyways. "Hey stranger, when my sister's done kicking your fluffy buns our daddy's gonna make you stay here cuz you crossed pack lines, you stupid!" Because heaven forbid she be courteous to someone, especially someone who was on the receiving end of Leto's jaws. She knew how unpleasant that could be. Artemis wondered if she ought to call for Mithras or their Mommy even, but she was frankly a little surprised the cacophony hadn't attracted anyone yet.