shared custody is awkward

Her eyes move to the paw that he lifts toward her shoulder to nudge it. For some reason, the small gesture allows her expression to soften, her body to relax. At least he was here, now, so she should be grateful, right? No, not necessarily, but then again, she wasn’t sure. Still conflicted, Mags looks back up at Ronan, her face still slightly contorted, but at least better.

And she’s not quite sure what he means by more. Sure, she’d seen some nasty and crazy stuff, but she’d been able to hold her own so far. Especially when she was with Davey. After his crazy and incredible sudden growth spurt, they’d been able to fight far larger creatures and travel farther distances.

He would kill for her though? Mags stops thinking of Davey when her father mentions he was too tired to step in to save in. She can’t help but release a snorting laugh. “I can handle myself,” she retorts indignantly, nose turning upward and eyes fluttering close for a moment. They both know she’s faking it because let’s face it, she’s still a pup.

“Maybe if you taught me some stuff, I could actually kill them myself,” Mags finally says after a pregnant pause. A mischievous smirk curls the edges of her lips as she looks warily at her father. Would he take the bait?