Games at the border

She appreciated the touch of comfort he offered her. "It's not your fault," she hummed. It certainly wasn't him that had dredged up all these emotions. She thought she was past this. She thought if she could simply forget about it, and focus on her life within the Armada, these feelings would go away. But it clearly was not the case. The she-wolf only bristled when Mortis proposed dragging Sirius into this and... no. That was the exact opposite of what she wanted, and she just. Couldn't do that. Mort knew the bulk of her story now, but he still didn't know the well of emotions within her, that fought so badly against the idea of going back there. And how could he? Malalia could barely articulate it herself. And she certainly didn't want them digging up the past.

The faint spark of happiness at hearing that Sirius was proud of her couldn't stand up to the wave of panic that began to consume her. "Mortis." Her voice was strained, almost a whimper. "It's fine. Please don't get your dad involved."

She couldn't say more. She didn't have the time to. A familiar stench filled her nose, and the girl growled, turning just in time to see not one, but two of the wild dogs from before barreling towards them at full-speed, rapidly eating up the distance between them. The dogs had been downwind of the duo, and distracted as they were, they hadn't even seen them coming. Mal tossed a quick warning to her companion -- "Dogs!" -- And braced herself for the inevitable attack.