You do what you have to (Pack Meeting)

Crusade was definately the sort who believed in tough love every now and then. She placed her paw back on the ground, glaring mildly at her son. "You try living through an eruption before you dare to judge your father."

She'd listened calmly to Gargoyle's words, sitting there as proud as their mother would have been if she'd still been around to see this. As for Crusade herself, she was already good to go. She intended on going with Gargoyle, no question about it. She was already at peace with the situation, she was just here to learn the details and see what everyone else's reactions would be. She expected a few of the younger, newer members would be daunted or unsure, and she half wondered if one of the pups would volunteer to go down into the volcano to check it out, but what she didn't expect.... was what had happened.

She had noticed Cifer begining to breath deeply slightly behind and to the side of her and she had started to move forward to touch her paw to his, but he exploded. Er, no pun intended.

The fear and pain choking in his voice was enough to send a knife straight into Crusade's heart and it froze her just long enough to Cifer to completely unravel. He tucked tail, turned and ran before Crusade could so much as shout for him to calm down. Her ears fell flat to the sides as she watched him go. "Crap."

She looked back to the rest of the pack. She could only imagine what was running through their heads right now. She cleared her throat, already half side stepping away. "Gargoyle, you know we're with you, uh, probably the sooner we get away from here the better, considering-" she broke off. "Carry on, everyone, please excuse me while I go hog tie my husband." And with that, she turned and was off.

She didn't go more than a few strides past some rocks and the tree line when she found poor Ithurial. "Oh darling," she said, her eye flying wide with distress. "There, there, come on, we're in the clearing just up ahead." She ran her nose along the girl's shoulders, nudging her in the right direction. "Orica!" she called back towards the meeting. "Come here!" She looked back to the fae. "Your friend will be along in just a moment, dear, now if you excuse me, I have a runaway to catch." The Timber cross was sprinting off again.

Creator Above, she was too old for this.