Stavanger Bay turn around unless you want to fornicate in the willows

His news, when he finally delivered it, hit her like a gut punch, and it caused that flicker of jealousy she'd initially felt to freeze with an icy jolt of bitterness.  Of course.  Because how could he stay?  It wasn't like they were family.

She knew it showed, but she'd never been good at hiding emotions that came true like these.  Again another chose blood over crew, again and again and again.  She'd wanted to believe it didn't always need to come first; not after her own had sold her so long ago.  She didn't know how easily; some questions were better unanswered. But it seemed outside her own, to ask a wolf to care more for their crew than their own damn blood was impossible.

It was unfair; Raptor was a father.  But still she had to grit her teeth with the frustration of it.  Fine.  Like she'd said; better to be rid of those who didn't want to be here.

"Alright.  Then go."  She couldn't bring herself to wish him well, but couldn't bring herself to persuade him.  The pup who'd grown up without a father in her warred with the woman who now stood without a first mate, and neither were budging.  So instead she turned and left him, before anything else could be said from her end.  There wasn't really anything else she wanted to.