we scare because we don't care

The moment she leaped up and put her paws on his shoulders Jupiter knew he had her. This pleased him greatly but his pleasure didn't show on his face. He very gently, but firmly pushed her paws down and gave her a dad look. For once he was going to be a responsible adult here. Or, rather, he was going to pretend to be a responsible adult, because there was no real danger in these woods as far as he knew beyond the usual predators. "Look, I get you're brave and all, but there's somethings you just shouldn't fuck with, you know?" Normally, if he felt like dictating the flow of something he'd just bulldoze the process. If he'd been serious here that would have meant shoving Pestilence in the right direction and then manhandling her from that point on, but since this was all a show he was going to be more civil. "And you really shouldn't be fucking with things that can't be killed. Well," he amended with a thoughtful toss of his head, "Things I don't think can be killed."

He jerked his head in the direction of home. "Now come on, don't make me drag ya." Jupiter had the perfect story in mind. It seemed fitting, if a little bittersweet, to tell Pestilence the story his father had told him. Or, rather, had tried to tell him as he had never had the patience to really "deal" with his father. For that reason he was going to have to improvise some of the story. Was that a bad thing? Jupiter wasn't sure he wanted to look close enough to that question to find out.