the good, the bad, the ugly

Dantalian snuck a quick peek around before ghosting into the meeting place. For once she was counting on one of the more annoying side effects of her size to aid her. If she was lucky maybe no one would notice her sneaking in at the last second. She could hope, right? There were only a few wolves she was concerned about catching her tardy. The first was her father who generally frowned upon such things, but thankfully he was facing her uncle and if she was quiet and sat away from him, maybe he wouldn't notice. The second, uncle Eligos, would be trickier as he was facing her, but Dantalian genuinely didn't know if he would care about her tardiness since it didn't appear she was the last one in.

She settled down quietly behind her father hoping to use his identical coloring and greater size to shield her from disapproving eyes while also using him as a shield from his notice. He seemed preoccupied by something on one of his paws, which gave her cause for hope. Dantalian knew she was in the wrong for being late and she'd tried her best to arrive in a reasonable time, but it had felt as through the fates that guided her movements couldn't get their shit together or something, because here she was late as fuck with no real excuse as to why.