we scare because we don't care

Pesto was absolutely ready for round two of their playful banter and this time she was determined to win. She'd lost a few points in their first meeting when she proudly announced insulting the orphan, but she was older now. How hard was it really to match Jupiter's wit and sass? Though to her surprise he did not come back with an escalating offensive comment, and Pesto's brows furrowed in suspicion. "Right." She returned sarcastically, though a shred of worry managed to touch her words. Jupiter did know this place better than her, but really what could be so bad about an unclaimed wood?

Pesto waited for him to give her more, watching his paw as it scratched and scratched and scratched. Her own paw tapped at the ground impatiently, and her gaze began to wander over his shoulder and into the woods. After way too long of a build up he spoke once more, and as Pesto's maw opened to reply some form of 'no, idiot, enlighten me' he backtracked. Home? The fur on her spine bristled and her already furrowed brows squeezed harder. "No, wait, sit your ass down!" Pesto jolted forward, aiming to push her paws upon his shoulders before he started to head out. "I'm not a kid anymore, if there's someone bad here I can help you kill them. Just tell me what who I'm looking for." She made her voice as serious and brave as she could, though her anxiety showed in the subtle shifting of her weight and roaming gaze.