Attention!

Briar's jaw tensed as he revealed the reason behind his odd question, reminding her of how young she was and telling them that they were to keep their sleeping arrangements separate until she was fully an adult. The fact that he was only talking about her and her development didn't slip past her. He wasn't saying that they were too young, he was saying that she was too young. Her gaze narrowed in a glare, her embarrassment being burned away by anger at the double standard her father was putting on her. She didn't even notice Artorias' apologetic glance at her. If he had found Artorias with anyone else - someone that wasn't his daughter - would he have had the same conversation and warning for Artorias? She assumed not. She wanted to demand fairness from her father, to tell him how he couldn't suddenly start caring about what she was doing when it was convenient for him, but she bit back the heated words, letting her claws grip at the sand instead while he went on rattling off her tasks.

She was given the task of going around to the other shared areas and dens in the pack to take inventory of anything that might have been stowed away there. A task noticeably separate from what Artorias was told to do. She gave a short nod to confirm her agreement, not trusting herself to speak without some sort of edge or attitude to her voice. She didn't want to make things worse on herself no matter how mad she was. It wasn't really until he mentioned that he needed a volunteer to go with him on a diplomacy mission that her temper started to simmer. She remembered Artorias doing something similar with Ulric not that long ago and she had been intrigued by the idea. As she continued to struggle with what else she could do to help support the pack and eventually support Artorias as he led the Hallows she had started to consider things like diplomacy and relations with other packs, being a representative of sorts. It wasn't something she had gotten to explore yet with everything that had been going on with her mother's return and taking part in all the training that Art had been doing, but it was still in the back of her mind.

"I would like to go," she replied after she had calmed herself down a bit and smoothed out her expression some. She still hadn't forgiven her father's hypocrisy, but she also didn't want to miss out on a chance to get some real world experience with something that might help her down the line. How else would she know if she liked things like pack relations, diplomacy, and trading if she never got a chance to try?

"Briar Fatalis"