cutting losses

He would speak plainly, giving his blessings and she would dip her head thankfully. Funny, she had thought there might have been a fight or protest but he gave none. Good. He would agree that they weren't comparable and her tiny shoulders would rise and fall in a lazy shrug. He had taken her on as a poison master and a slaver but had never ended up needing her skills, had never called on her. Fatherhood had made him weak... He would offer assistance and she would flash him a wolfy grin. "Mercy is staying, I will never be very far... And hey, should you ever need someone poisoned who pissin you off give me a howl." She would offer, tossing him a lazy wink before dipping her head once more respectfully. It was time to go... With that she would head set off at a jaunty trot back to their home den. Time to gather the children and peace out.

-exit Dione-