Morningside Cuesta the music's too loud

Two meant trouble. Arbiter, though not a smiling perfect image of motherhood, did care for the wellbeing of her children. It was why her patrol ended when again she found the pair heading outside again. It was frustrating to her that they seemed so keen to adventure without the skills needed to properly handle themselves -- but by now Haunt was healed enough that she felt more confident that their actual training could begin -- if they managed to not wander into something that would find them delectable in the meantime. Fine. If they wanted to continue to play at this game, she could be blunt. Surely Arbiter's way of doing things would provide a much more appealing option... Or maybe it was just her that found spite delicious.

So, she followed.  And after what happened last time, she wasn't keen on giving them a heads up -- but at least the trail was fresh so she slipped into the grove along their path, watching and listening for a sign of them. Shouldn't be long, unless they goddamn bolted. They could chat, have a nice come-to-reality moment and hopefully put it all to bed until they had stopped growing at the very least.

Eventually, an unfamiliar voice could be heard talking ahead. Familiar blood? Squint. She walked a little faster and came around a thick patch of foliage, spotting some white man there with her children. Well, he wasn't any familiar blood of hers. Her sharp, icy gaze came with a heaping pile of "those are my kids and you better goddamn watch out," that crossed into the tension of her muzzle and the angle of her shoulders. After that one bungling oaf's manhandling of Haunt, she wasn't about to trust some other unvetted man around them. Her words, though, were to her children, plain fact and counter to her venomous glance, Being escorted is not yet optional. But that was it. If they didn't want to have their brother or someone else they could clearly boss around more to make sure they were safe, then whoops, you end up with mom. Killer of fun.