not my circus not my monkeys

She knew Sparrow would never let her live this down, but she also know it was the right thing to do. After taking a spin around Auster, she was headed home with one last stop: to not-apologize on behalf of her cousin for the raid and come to a better understanding of what had come to pass. Also, Theory was fairly certain no one was slaughtering infants, but it would be good to meet Artorias or other pack members again. She could reassess the pack's standing and morals with a more discerning eye. They had captured her cousin's friend, after all - but Sparrow had raided first. All of these questions of morality writhed in her stomach like she'd swallowed a dozen eels. Theo longed for a world where things were actually black and white - where you could just take someone at their word - but she knew better. The opening of the school had dazzled her silly and made her forget herself.

The grey mid-morning painted a stoic backdrop with the castle cutting an impressive outline against the horizon. What little light there was to be had today was thin and watery, breaking through the clouds where it could. It smelled wet and heavy, the loamy scent of dying leaves overtaking all. Rain was on the wind. Theo paused at the borders and called out for anyone from the Hallows who might be available to greet her.