Chains And Lies

Duchess, Gypsy had noticed, was a rather... self centered wolf. Not necessarily in a negative way, but it was very obvious that Duchess was her own number one priority. Did she realize what she'd done? Indigo wasn't the only one that was going to feel the strain that the puppies would bring. Gypsy herself couldn't contribute much, but Segin and Emersyn would have to hunt and protect more to pick up the slack. Winter was on its way. They were all going to be on their own through winter. They had no home, they only had each other. And all Duchess could do was think about how she didn't know what to do and that she couldn't live like this. The woman was lucky that Gypsy had unending patience.

"What do you want to do?" Mismatched ears pricked as she waited for an answer. If Duchess wanted to be here with the band and with Indigo, then she had some work ahead of her. If she decided to give up and didn't want to make an effort, then perhaps she would be better off on her own. Although, Gypsy doubted that Indigo would let her leave with his children. He was a kind man, but she didn't think he would let that slide.

"Ye should bloody beg fer forgiveness and repent." Bertha mumbled off to the side, her mouth full of grass. "Bertha..." Gypsy said softly. The sheep wasn't helping matters. "Wot? Eeeveryone else wants te pussfoot around. No one wants te speak the truth. Ye did a bad theng. A tricky theng. He won't hate ye for it, but ye've dashed any amount of trust he had for ye." Gypsy grimaced. The sheep was terribly outspoken, but she wasn't wrong.

"Gypsy" "Bertha"