Smooth talking son of a gun

She was near, having positioned her den close to the boarders for exactly this reason. Bushy tail would flip and flitter behind her as the loud call would echo through her ears and head would lift languidly. Ruby optics would flitter to the kids and then to Nova before giving her children the stern 'do not leave without your father' look. Dainty paws would push her from the ground and she would take a hard left and head to the boarders. It was probably only a minute before she would arrive, slithering her way up to a old scarred bag and her rug rats. Lovely. "Sup." Dione would speak plainly, moving in an arch from their side along the boarder so she would stand before them, head lifting slightly in a show of dominance despite her tiny stature. "You're kinda ugly..." Her words were plain, dropping from her lips like stones as beady gaze would narrow and she would scrutinize the one eyed one eared woman. Well she had a shitty life. Sucked to be her obviously...