Sun Mote Copse Edge of Saturday night.

their current pack was dwindling, jr is told. her mind works to fill in the rest: that they thought it better to jump ship before it sank entirely. it was a wise move. one that jr herself had employed a time or two. -i see,- jr muses in ptero, a thoughtful expression on her face.

in truth, on the news of 'kids her age' she really couldn't be ... fussed. while it was perhaps admirable that their children followed them, they were also adults. just as she was. as someone whom had struck out on her own young at least once ( definitely more than once ) she finds it a bit strange that others didn't.

unable to follow her mother's train of thought, jr sort of deadpans a -ok.- not real sure what to say to that.