She's a giggle at a funeral

She ignored the way her heart raced, the way her pupils dilated, the way a grin threatened to tug at her muzzle just from the excitement of his anger, because damnit this was important. "It doesn't give me the right." Her voice was dismissive as she dropped the words carelessly. "But someone has to care about you Valen and you're too busy getting wrapped up and dragged down to take care of yourself. Of course she wants you waiting on her every whim... you're a king. You lead a pack, and damn well too. You're a good father -" she quickly glossed over that... she wouldn't use their kids like that. Yet. She had hopes for him still. "If she can net you she's a queen, and that's all girls like her care about. She doesn't care about you... so someone has to." She didn't back off at his warning. No. She just dared move closer, a stubborn set to her chin.