little slappy make daddy happy

Sparrow was excited to be on her mission with Jupiter. She hung behind as he entered the pack land and watched as the chaos ensured. She waited for the perfect moment and perfect plan to try to get them out of there well. Their mission was to poke around and test the pack, they had done that and now they needed to get out. If they didn't, Sparrow was at least sure that Tyr would come for them, but she orried that he would consider it a failure and look less upon them than the other teams who returned successfully. Tyrian, being her best friend and secretly her idol, meant a lot to her and his opinion of her ability to accomplish what he sent her to do mattered even more. She wanted him to have a steadfast confidence in her, one akin to how he'd view his own self if he were to go on a mission.

Of course... their methods might be a little different and Sparrow realized she was still young enough to be a little silly. In this case, it might make her less threatening... or an easier target. While she weighed the pros and cons of her plan, the fight ended with Jupiter submitting. Now or never.

Sparrow burst onto the scene, "Uncle Jup?" she called out, swinging her head from one side to the other, scanning over the other members. Mentally, she took note of the other members there as well as the fact that they had a cat among them. When her eyes came to Jupiter, she let out a sigh, attempting to rush to his side, "Uncle! Have you been drinking again?" She turned to the man who towered above him,  forcing her voice to become quieter and hopefully more timid sounding, "What are you going to do to him?"