You are grounded young man!

SHe was out showing Blaise how to set traps, not that her largest child would need it but maybe one day he would have a child of his own need the traps. It was better to teach him now. It might also give Naeva and Priscilla a break from his constant bullying and near constant trying to prove himself their leader. Jewell lifted her head, a trap slung over her neck. It was one she intended to set at the edge of the willows. A howl was heard in the distance from Torin. She knew he was out looking everywhere he could for her missing children.

She was quick to trot off in the direction of her brother. Hope clenched in her chest that he had found something and hadn't had to fight for their custody. When she arrived they were all three there. All three of her boys, which included torin. She couldn't help but smile and wag her tail furiously. She rushed forward enveloping both of her sons in her embrace. Tears poured freely from the relief that they were okay and hadn't been harmed. French came out as fast as she could talk. "Mes garçons! J'étais tellement inquiet pour toi. Dieu merci, vous êtes tous les deux d'accord! Vous n'êtes blessé nulle part êtes-vous?" She stopped gushing for a second before she looked up. Her blue eyes looked to Torin. She was inspecting him for injury, it was obvious. "Merci Torin. Si je peux vous rembourser, s'il vous plaît, faites-le moi savoir ..." She was sincere. She wasn't sure if he needed anything but she would try her damnedest to get whatever he needed for him.

It wasn't long and blaise was joining them. Then came his little speech to his brothers about what they had caused. Her eyes turned on him a glare to give him his warning. He had no right to lecture them when he was twice as unruly and more than a little harsh with them. She didn't have it in her to punish any of her children though.