mother knows best

Her mother's words came out finally, and Pestilence did not expect them to be as devoid of anger as they were. Deathbelle's pain was palpable, and even as a child Pesto could see how badly she'd screwed up. She huffed a sigh, then murmured inaudible words in response. How could she possibly explain herself? After a moment she cleared her throat, speaking up louder so her mother could hear. "Alarr said I could come live with him." She admitted softly, unwilling to meet her mother's gaze. "I really wanted to, but then Valdis showed up and told me no."

Pestilence wasn't sure if the disappointment in her voice was because her plan to move packs had failed, or if it was directed at herself. She placed her paw upon her sigil on the ground, willing some magical strength to come from it like her siblings seemed to receive from theirs. When she felt nothing, her eyes slid shut. "I was hoping if I could convince her that Ashen was a bad home that she'd take me back with her and Alarr to Legion." Her voice began to crack with emotion, and she cleared her throat once more to hold it back. "I'm sorry, Mother."