All The Good Girls Go To Hell

Triss was... safe... despite everything she'd been through and they'd both been given promotions. She couldn't be happier for her daughter, enjoying watching Triss excel despite all the hardships she'd had. Widow had holed herself up during her dark period, but Triss just kept a smile on her face as she kept going. She even seemed to be growing fond of a boy from the Armada, but knowing how Medusa felt about the pack, Widow herself was wary. While she didn't think the kid had any ulterior motives, what about his father? Would he leech off a child's innocent friendship? She didn't want to forbid her from seeing the boy, that would only make things worse, but she didn't know how else she was supposed to go about it. Her walk now was filled with thoughts and ideas, all of them quickly being scrapped. Was there even a right answer to this problem?

Widow sighed and looked up finally, the scent of heat and earth filling her nostrils. She couldn't remember ever making it this far north, except for her ventures to the battlegrounds, and wondered how close the Armada was from here. Maybe she should go and talk to the boys father? She didn't want to undermine Medusa though, of course. Perhaps talking to her would be the best start, and going from there. Until then, at least, she could explore this strange place full of lava and heat. She didn't want to get too close though, doubting anything of any real use being so close to the melted earth, and so she explored the outskirts and searched for anything she could take back instead.

"Speech!"