Dead Weight! [leaving fireside]

Through very careful, deliberate thoughts Tyrian kept his expression unchanged as he digested all Abeline had to say. What she wanted was wholly unexpected, but, as he well knew from the start, had always been possible. She was his first washout. He knew he'd get one eventually and, if he were being honest, it wasn't a surprise that this woman in particular felt ill suited. She'd been anxious and lacking in confidence the day they'd met so out of all of those who had joined since he'd taken over, she wasn't too surprising given the harshness of Fireside life. Just disappointing. But alas, that was life, no? And it was good she had discovered the ill fit before becoming a full member. Though nothing about the situation was ideal, Tyrian could take solace in the fact that she would take little information of value about the pack with her as she hadn't yet been taught much of merit.

Finally a frown settled across his features. Not that she could see it; he was aware of her predicament, of course. "Well," he began slowly, trying to be diplomatic even though this was more or less a breakup, "As you know, when you first joined I told you there was a grace period where we both would have a chance to make up our minds about your suitability." Tyrian paused to consider his next words carefully. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed but it is good that you decided this now before more permanent arrangements had been made."

A point of suspicion nagged at him. What did she mean by "better fit right now"? There was only one way to find out and it wasn't like he had anything to lose. She was already on her way out. "What do you mean 'right now'? Why not just 'better fit'?"