Mother, I Done Fucked Up

Not worse than didn't mean it wasn't on par, and Modesty quirked a brow and smirked but kept walking. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but if it's going to affect the pack, I'd appreciate a heads up." There was a small smile on her face, gaze drifting over the small herd of cattle and doing a quick head count. They were all there, so she didn't stop, someone would be by shortly to move them if they needed moving or feeding.

There were almost too many goats to get a headcount sometimes, and they popped up and over the wall so often she was content to see that there were some on this side of the Moor as they continued on their way, content to let the silence stretch between them until her son spoke his mind.

"speech"