Vindictive and spiteful

It was counterintuitive, but Modesty was far from in the best frame of mind. Still fairly drunk for someone that managed to keep most of her drinking to special occasions, (she supposed there was some humour in marking her whole world falling apart around her as special), she stumbled towards the Ashen border relying solely on the vaguely familiar scents that also traversed the landscape. The scents that smelled like home. The earth swayed beneath her paws as she hit the border, and she paused. Any other night she probably would have just swanned straight over the invisible line, but tonight... Well she wasn't exactly presentable, and it had been a long time that she had been gone. At least she still had enough manners to come after the sun was down, right?

Yes the pack had cast her mother, and her by extension, out, but she had never had any beef with the Ashen wolves, and they were bound to have a more cohesive network than the Raiders did, right? So she took a moment to stumble over the dominant scents that lay across the border, despite the way it made her brow furrow in question. Uncle Chi? Hadn't he been somewhere way down south with all his wives? Oh, that made her stomach roil uncomfortably. Some people didn't mind living that way, but she could only assume he wouldn't much like seeing his wives with other men, so why should she feel bad about hating the fact her husband was interested in other women? Other women that weren't even wolves at that.

There was a scowl on her face and she did her best to brush it aside before someone came across her (it didn't work, bitch face was in full effect).

Modesty tried to sound polite in her requesting howl, although her inebriation did have her call warbling a little. She thought she saw a familiar black fluffy dog with hints of white. She hiccupped and giggled. “W-watch out honey, I'm sure my not-husband would just loooove a pretty thing like you.” The thought of the dog spinning to try and rip out her husband's throat for even trying actually bought her some degree of joy, but laughing made her dizzy and before she knew it her back end was slumped rather sloppily against the ground, before sliding the rest of the way back, until her paws curled against her chest and her rear paws pointed at the sky, belly on full display and head held at an odd angle on account of her antlers (she still thought she was standing).

Wow, the stars sure were pretty tonight.

“Speech.”