cutting losses

He would arrive in a timly manner as he always did, step light and carefree as he approched though she took note of the distance he allowed between them. Was he finally beginning to realize just how emotionally unstable she was? Good for him. He would get right to business and she would decided she didn't really care for lazy chit chat either. "I've called you here so I can request that my family and I leave your pack. I don't think we're as... Suited to be here as I may have once believed." She would say easily, giving him the short version of her reasoning. Yeah she wanted out of this racist hellhole, her family could grow up elsewhere where she would be able to maim anyone who even looked at them wrong. Yeah... That sounded like a good idea.