Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

The Fallen woman held her peace while each wolf filed in. While she wanted to swoop in and coddle her daughter, appearances were important, and this was an important meeting. A smile barely tugged at the corner of her lips for a split second when Scald said his piece, gave the barest hint of a nod, and then it was gone again. It was time to get down to business.

Modesty smiled along with Gil as he congratulated Flurry and Kaija, adding her own small nods of appreciation. His comments to Jack were matched with a hard stare. In her estimation (as a mother, and a leader), it was his responsibility as a capable and seasoned fighter, to target those that might cause harm to newer raiders. She hated the wolves of Ethne and would take everything from them for what they had done to her daughter, it was a blood grudge now that she would carry to her grave, but she also placed no small part of that blame at the feet of the raider that chose to hug a small and safe opponent over one that might actually give him a challenge. To say Jack was on thin ice was an understatement. But apparently someone else was taking it personally on his behalf.

When Gilgamesh finally handed the floor over to her, she didn't even get a chance to part her lips before Rivin was storming off, throwing a tantrum in typical fashion. The indignant rage at the blatant disrespect was the final straw for her shattered nerves. Her stare was hard on the back of the retreating woman as she snapped, “Then they can find you on the fucking mainland, because you are no longer welcome here.” There was a finality to the statement, delivered in clipped and barely contained tones. “Anyone who thinks that level of disrespect is acceptable can go with her. I am not a generous woman. There will be no leave to collect your things. Get the fuck off my islands, or tow the fucking line.”

She allowed her gaze to roam over the gathered wolves, this was their chance, and it would be no skin off her nose if they chose to leave right now. “For those that choose to stay, know this. We will continue to do what we do best, our goal is territory. We cannot support any more pups until we have it, so if you do fuck, don't forget to see Sakana for contraceptives, otherwise I will deal with your problem for you.” By now they surely all knew of the coyote by poor Jael's chicken coop. “I am mother to some of you, but not to most so don't expect me to bail you out if you fuck with other packs. The fact I've had to step up at all should be terrifying.” She certainly never went out of her way to make herself seem like a nice and fluffy friendly individual to anyone but Gilgamesh, there was no reason to change that now.

“The Hallows is off limits until I have had an opportunity to thank the leaders for the hospitality shown to my wayward children, if I hear of chaos wrought before then I will hand you over myself. It's not forever, but I feel I owe them a small debt for the decency shown. That being said, Ethne wolves are our enemies from this point forward. Fuck with them all you wish.”

It was a small bone, but as she made her rounds, she was sure that list would grow. If anyone had any questions, now was the time to ask them.

“Speech.”