Peace Offering Round Two

Everything that came out of the dire brutes mouth was negative. He had little joy left in life. His children were weapons against him. That part stung and Isa winced at his words. "You should feel blessed that your children are alive and whole," she informed the man. Her children were quite the opposite. Dead and gone. Memories that only she possessed. Telling the man what he should feel was pointless, she knew. He was too deep into his self-pity to believe anything else. It was... sad.

Sirius admitted that he enjoyed giving her a hard time and Isa scoffed softly in response. "I'll have to try harder. Can't have you enjoying yourself, now can we?" The woman's lids parted to mere slits and she watched as he tossed a piece of grass into the fire to be consumed. "Is there anyone helping you run this pack?" Having been injured during the majority of her stay in the Armada, Isa wasn't well versed in the politics of the pack. She only knew the little that Andy had told her, but hierarchy wasn't exactly a riveting topic for a child.

"Isa"