Onwards

Modesty allows her body to soften and envelop the little wolfdog, shushing and tutting as soothingly as she could manage, offering what comfort she could. Her eyes barely caught the flash of feathered wings as Gil's owl took off from the windowsill, no doubt on her way to report on the latest development, and maybe even the addition of their new goats. She wondered how he would take it after the cow experiment.

When Jael began to spiral into self-doubt, Modesty gently grabbed at her muzzle with her teeth and stared into her eyes with a warning growl, she wouldn't hear of it. Giving the other woman a chance to gather herself, she let go and took another sip of her tea. “Don't be silly. If it wasn't chickens, it would have been wine from the Hollows or Bamboo from Tojo, or... pebbles from Armada. Other packs don't like us, never have. Can't think of why...” There was a mischievous glint in her eye, her voice lifting upward as she feigned ignorance. “Shit happens, I would prefer if it didn't happen to my children, but that's hardly on you or them.” She adjusted her position to encircle Jael more comfortably, expecting their short peace to be interrupted soon and she had no doubt it would send the girl into another spiral when it was.

“Speech.”