going to the discotheque, nothings wrong with me

The annoyed swishing of her tail would easily tell him that she wasn’t buying what he was selling. Yeah, okay, he was Clouse’s family. A portion of Clouse’s blood ran through Scully’s (though hopefully not too much, Ancestor’s help them), but she meant a family who could protect him better. If he got into trouble by something like a bear, it was a lot easier for a pack to protect him than two medium sized wolves. He needed guidance, a steady hand and consistent love that the pair simply couldn’t give him. Even Ellery knew that she couldn’t give him that on her own.

Then, he said that Clouse had begged them to let him come and, the one that hurt her chest a little, that he was trying to escape. No, that didn’t make sense. Clouse had never given any indication that he wasn’t happy with them at the Dell, though she could admit that he probably wouldn’t say anything if he weren’t happy with something. He had always wanted to please them, to fit in. Scully had to be bending the truth, like he always did. She was sure of it.

She was getting so close to him, he was only a sandbar away. She could see his patterns in detail now, the smaterings of grey and silver that seemed to cover every Archer. In a moment she’d have him pinned beneath her, compelling him to tell her the truth. “I’d trust in his safety a lot more if he had more than you two pipsqueaks around, and if you didn’t always seem so hellbent on getting yourself right in the middle of whatever dangerous situation is in the area!”