Firefly Ravine A walking ball of anxiety

Some PP of Chusi. Let me know if you'd like anything changed.

Again the girl had fallen, and again the woman had gone rigid at the sound of her cry. Yet, she'd recovered quickly, beelining for the space behind the male. Her actions, of course, weren't the least bit pleasing in the mind of her mother. When the male's gaze was met, not a single order was issued, for already had she started moving forward. Atop stiff legs, she'd approached the pair, but hardly a glance had been spared in the man's favour. Rather, she'd rounded him slowly, only to dart forward at the last second with jaws wide, enclosing them around her daughter's scruff once close enough. In one fluid motion, she'd pulled the child up off of the ground—she'd been unintentionally rough in doing so, surely causing some degree of pain in the process—and then moved away from the male. It was back towards the den that she'd gone, only to toss the little wolf inside once there. Sen herself did not enter, however, lingering outside instead and simply glaring in as the entrance was blocked with her body. "When you don't listen, you spend more time in the dark," she'd stated, her tone awfully dry. For a moment, it had seemed almost as if she'd forgotten about Zephyr's presence there entirely.

Turning her head, she'd set her gaze upon him, a concoction of anger, frustration, and irritation swimming around within her eyes. "You should go now, unless if you have something say?" Her words were a challenge, the very same tone having been used against Depp many times prior to the sanctuary's founding. She was almost daring him to approach, albeit in silence, daring him to say something about what he'd just witnessed. Even better yet, she was daring him to do something about it. To call her out on her behavior, or perhaps even take far more drastic measure.