not my circus not my monkeys

To no surprise, the youthful alpha of the Hallows answered her call. Theory mirrored his greeting and shifted from paw to paw before settling down again. It would have been easier, perhaps, to discuss this with a pack member in passing, but this would serve her just as well. "Hello, Artorias - and no, I'm not shirking responsibility just yet," she laughed. Sparrow had made her a ludicrous offer to leave all of her duties behind and join the pirate band as a Virtue, but she had to have known Theory's answer before she even opened her mouth. A polite but unequivocal no. Maybe one day, when she was grey in the face and ready to let someone else run the school in her stead, she'd scamper off (or hobble off, depending on the age she was) to become a pirate.

But that day was not today or any time soon. "I had a get together with my cousin and she clued me in on the entire, ah, raid situation. I'm just checking in to see that you and yours are well, and all captives have been relinquished?" She said, a speck of nervous laughter creeping in to her voice. "I must say, I didn't expect that to be the result of her poking around down here... but she is her own creature." Wild, crazy, willful. In some ways, Theo was green with envy at Sparrow's simple ability to "not give a fuck," as it were. She couldn't imagine stepping in to that world for one moment.