To the Rescue!

Though her brother was a few second older than she was Velvette thought more than once a day that she was actually the elder. He seemed like the immature little brother, he didn’t take death serious enough. He told her what she wanted to hear, and the spotted she wolf knew she wasn’t about to get anything better out of him. It was the closest to an apology or thank you she’d get and other than a raised eyebrow Ve would drop the subject. As soon as she gave him an inch he took a mile and his solemn face changed to determination once more as he mentioned how he was going to change up their tactics.

She continued to view him with a critical eye, but his plan sounded half way better, and it compensated for their earlier failure. She huffed and sighed, but couldn’t think of a legitimate reason to deny him again. ”Fine, I’ll follow you’re lead this time. But I’m not rescuing you again.” She made her position clear, they would have to do this one perfectly.