bah bah black sheep wheretheheckdidyougo

Poem was excited despite the next few days of claws she was going to get. She had her own kitten now! He wouldn’t be anything compared to Bast’s long claws. Tyrian was excited about his sheep too, already convinced the tiny thing was dead. He also gave her the container for said cat, and was sure that she would have great use of it. She wasn’t going to argue that, but she would vow that one day she’d show her relative how well trained he’d be.

She was eager to get started, first by getting the thing used to its new home in her den. Hopefully she could keep it around by feeding it or letting him find shelter with Bast. Cats would stick together right? Tyrian’s question caught her off guard, and her features fell as she averted her gaze from him. She was still ashamed about her loss to Sirius, and that was the whole reason she was here.

”No, just me.” She admitted softly, wondering how far she could go. It had been too long since she had someone she could really trust to talk to. ”I made a deal with the Armada’s leader and I’m training with him right now.” That was safe enough right? She didn't have to divulge the full scope of her failure to save her sister and herself from the overlord.