uh oh spaghetti-o's

The woman approached with the obviously-guilty look of someone who knew exactly why they were in trouble, and Chaos eyed her with the stern look usually reserved for his two brats when they were in an especially large amount of trouble the whole way from the moment she was visible until the moment she stopped in front of him and tried to inject a little humor. Chaos, however, wasn't having it. "You haven't been contributing to the pack, Magnolia," he rumbled with a hawkish stare. "When I took over the pack, you said you wanted to stay, and I accepted you into my pack and therefore, my home and my family. But I also told you all that no one would be here that wouldn't pull their own weight. I've given you time, but not once have you done anything to help Legion, or to even interact with your packmates. You have no rank, no training, and you have not once expressed an interest in taking up a rank. You are neither physically nor mentally handicapped so this is obviously a choice. So tell me, Maggie. Why should I keep you in my pack?" His voice was calm, and quiet, but there was a definite edge to it. It was clear that if she didn't give him an acceptable answer, he was not going to be very forgiving.