Duck Lake nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave

Fern scoffed at the little brat she called a sister, but said nothing in response, not at first. She held her tongue in an uncharacteristic act of mercy and then watched, with a bored expression writ across her face, as Neasa began to mosey. The mention of their shared other sister made the fur of her nape prickle a bit.

She was all for a reunion, but Fern hadn't the greatest recollection of the other girl. Finley had left around the time she, and her siblings, had been born. All she knew came back in pieces — stories about the Wilds from the mouths of travellers. Maybe Fern was jealous that Finley had gotten out, or maybe she was angry about the thought of a Blackthorn abandoning the family. Either way, she had some opinions.

But currently, they were held close to her heart.

Fern followed after Neasa with a swift change in pace, and lightly nipped the younger girl's hip as she got close. Sure, whatever. I heard she got knocked up by some fat old man and has become a stay-at-home mum. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed softly, looking quite bored. But if that's what you're in to, lets go. Betcha I find her first.