Dea had tried to hide the curl of her lip as the dual call of Archon and Deathbelle rang out, urging the children to go be by their father's side had been a monumental feat that had hurt more than the call. Once she knew they were out of ear shot, Dea snatched up the skin she lay on and bit into it, shrieking and savaging the spotted pelt in her heartbroken anger. Oh, how she wanted to rip that piebald bitch's heart out, how she wanted to tear Archon's pretty throat out. What good would it do, though? It was her own fault for staying quiet about how she felt. On several occasions she had disappeared on him, but never told him how she felt about him. She had been used as a vessel and nothing more. That thought ripped her apart.

She was heiress to Hell and all its wonders, she was the daughter of the cannibal queen. And, she had been used as though she was a mortal bitch. Dea took her anger out on her den, destroying every little trinket, every single decoration except the pups' sigils. Those she openly screamed at and then left the den. She couldn't leave, not yet. She needed somewhere to go first, the pups would need the protection of a pack, though her knowledge of the other packs was limited. Instead she went to the lake, where this whole bad trip had started. She sat by the water's edge and stared into her reflection, snarling and hating herself even more than she thought possible. Everyone would be at the pack meeting, but not her. She knew what that call meant. And she refused to answer it. Consequences be damned. Slamming her paw down into her reflection, Dea moved away and toward a rock to sun on. There was an unholy fire in her now, and she needed to plan.

noise outside would make her look out. spotting someone going to the lake, Dutch would frown. from their body language and their angry shrieking, they were upset. it was a larger woman, her own post-pregnancy fat marking her a parent. she hadn't been aware of any other mothers in Ashen outside of Deathbelle and Circe - though the latter was nowhere to be found. she exited the mouth of her den, her kids sound asleep after some time playing and wrestling. she could leave them for a bit to head out for a drink. she didn't really give a shit if the other woman was upset; she'd never seen her before, never had her visit and didn't know anything about her. so if she had kids, she'd never seen 'em around. they certainly didn't play with her three. it was the only thing Dutch thought to do; absorb herself into her children's lives so she didn't feel so miserable anymore. a last look to make sure her three were still asleep and she marched to the water. by the time she got there, the other woman was resting on a rock. ignoring her for now, Dutch bent her head down and drank deeply. Hannibal had been bringing her water-soaked moss but nothing felt better than actually lapping up the liquid herself straight from the source. it felt cold and welcomed on her dry lips. running a tongue over her jaws to catch any stray water, she'd sit down and try to groom herself for once. ""

In her bad mood, Dea huffed under her breath, though her dark pink eyes roamed the glassy surface of the lake. Repulsion grew for Deathbelle, but she could not hold it against the woman, not truly. It was Archon who had fallen. Choosing a mortal queen to wed over a hellish goddess was a mistake, and Dea would not let it go unpunished. Archon would definitely be hearing about her feelings on this matter. For now, she simply pouted at the lakeside, wishing she had never allowed herself to be compelled to come here. Movement caught Dea's eye, and as she turned her gaze to stare at the dark figure of a wolf she had never seen or met, the demoness found herself wanting to chase the stranger off. It was her foul mood thinking this, and Dea was a more controlled beast than that.

"Your mood seems about as dour as mine." She lightly addressed the thirsty woman, making sure to hide the worst of her mood from the other. Her words were ushered cooly from her mouth, an implication of gentleness added so that she didn't have to face the wrath of one of Deathbelle's followers. The new woman didn't seem as though she fit into Ashen, however, making Dea wonder if she was a new addition or just a visitor. Perhaps, she would get a friend out of the encounter, and perhaps not. Either way, Dea needed to be distracted from the ceremonies that took place, or she would go and crash the wedding. She did not want to embarrass herself or Archon, though she did imagine the scenario with some degree of hilarity.

OOC note: Sorry, it's... not the best. XDD
- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought!' - -

Dutch didn't answer the other at first. concentrating on the energy she had to clean herself off, she licked her chest before looking up. her small shoulders rolled, trying to shrug it off. dour? she guessed she was feeling dour. nothing had made sense or been done right before the birth of her kids. she couldn't hope to feel good about anything unless it involved her three. she wasn't the type to share her feelings either, so she remained silent as she thought of something to say. "I can complain" she began, her voice cracked despite the previous hydration. "but I won't" not to you she thought not to anyone. her problems were her own. Ashen had been decent enough to allow her recovery and safety, and for that she was thankful. Dutch didn't want to bitch and moan about things past, even if they weighed heavily on her mind. "and I doubt ya'd want to hear about it anyway." everyone had their own problems. this woman seemed pissed compared to Dutch's depression. it could only mean not everything was good in the pack, and the dwarf wanted to stay away and out of drama. ""