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Rosalyn was waiting expectantly when they arrived.  She had assumed Antumbra would keep her word, at least in this meeting, but she stood with a confidence she didn't feel.  The decision to let her go was just that - theirs.  She had zero say and zero leverage in this situation, and while she felt it the smarter of their options (why deal with Rusalka when they did not need to?) she'd faced the pride of packs too many times to think logic always won.  

She wasn't alone when she came, and Rosalyn glanced between them with her good eye, awkward on three legs as well.  Here it was.  Like the other, she'd had the night to consider her options, and while her own were decidedly less abundant, she knew where she stood.  Once she knew their choice, she would take her own chosen steps.