Jael was tired. More than tired, bordering on exhausted. Her sons out in front of her, both in trouble. Ushering them on, nipping at their heels, driving them forward. Driving them to the meeting that demanded their attention, that neither of them had planned on attending. At least the other pups had arrived ahead of them, exactly where they should be. In the back of the meeting, eagle eyed on the two boys, she sits. They're a disruptive bunch, and she wouldn't let them eclipse the moment. Wouldn't let them take away from this-- she's doing her best. For now, she's doing her best. Shoulders sagging somewhat, Jael's attention shifts to the girls. Jael, The Pet

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Okay, so they'd been caught trying to skip out on the meeting. How important could it have really been? They would have just told the boys what was going on after the fact, it would have been fine. Really, Davey is sure of it. He's sure of everything, actually, including himself. To a fault. To his detriment. Whatever.

Why did ma have to be so annoying about this? The equivalent of being dragged to the meeting by an ear, the small woman nipping at his heels to drive him forward. Davey was less than pleased with it, but what was he to do? Though he gets to his feet in an attempt to go sit with his siblings, a stern look from Jael shuts that right down. Oh right. He's supposed to be in trouble.

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