now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em [DM]

It was coincidence that Modesty and Jael were in the area, they had been on their way to Armada to visit the markets and see if there was any livestock for sale when Sparrow's familiar call rang out. Modesty's caracal ears flicked in response and she turned her nose to the breeze, they were already gathering an audience, so she looked to the other woman with a shrug and adjusted their course. It wouldn't hurt them to sticky beak, especially not with Gils scent strong on the breeze.

When Modesty spotted the baby kicker, her quills bristled and she stepped over the much smaller canine possessively. It was one thing if he chose to pick on her or Gil, but he seemed to prefer going after those that were smaller and weaker. Modesty had spent her childhood sneaking over to Armada to take mud-baths with Ophie, so she certainly didn't have anything against the family, at least, not in the way they seemed to be against all of hers. If she was honest with herself, there wasn't anything noble in the gesture, it was that if anyone was going to kick the little dog, she knew it should be her. Like the spoilt screaming kid at the playground, she was making it clear to everyone that she had little intention of sharing her toys.

At least until she had angled them alongside Gil and rested her hip against his, angling the front of her body to allow Jael a chance at a clear view. She knew as much as any of the Raiders about Sparrow's lost love, and it seemed clear that if she didn't succeed in her purpose today, there was no shortage of wolves that would be willing to step in and finish the job for her.

“Speech.”