thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening

Pestilence wasn't sure what Jup was trying to imply with being a now-married man nor how that related to his vulgarity and child-rearing abilities (in fact, she'd likely lay money that the marriage he'd found himself in with the witch had only made him more vulgar and inappropriate) but she merely shook her head in reply, watching with faint amusement as he nursed his 'wounded' paw. At his reminder at his own special slice of mentoring Pesto scoffed. "Why do you think I hide away in my den all day with Rasha? I've been protecting her from your 'lessons' from day one." Though her words were less-then-kind, the crook of her lip spoke to Pestilence's true feelings of the brightly colored man. He was one of a small handful of wolves she could call a friend - assuming it counted when said friend was four times your age when you'd met.

His overdramatic reply brought her head to tilt then turn to examine the distant fireflies once more. Not a prank? He beckoned her onwards and Pestilence followed, first curious and then suspicious as fuck as his paws took them to the soulless forest. Pestilence's senses were on high alert as she still somewhat-expected this to have been somehow artfully crafted by the blue wolf's paws, though it became a less and less likely explanation the further they traveled. Swarms of the fireflies now hovered in the air, and at one point in their journey Pesto held out a paw to try and catch one and the creatures phased right through her paw. Her fur stood on end, eyes wide, then Jupiter's voice called out and made her jump as he motioned toward the empty fog. "See what?" She hissed beneath her breath, glancing into the fog. "I swear to god, Jup, if -" A flash of color streaked through the tree trunks and Pesto backpedaled, colliding into the marauder with a yelp.