Redhawk Caldera wind in the willows

Dove could not see their half-sister as just any other packmate; her mere existence threw up red flags. Still, she wasn't about to ignore what Fox said. She wasn't going to outright refuse Magpie her seat at the proverbial table, since she was family, even if Dove didn't want to accept her. In a roundabout way Fox did answer the question - and with a gradual nod, the dainty sister accepted it.

And with that, she pushed beyond to another topic. Enough about the black sheep of the family.

So... She started, feeling a bit awkward after the stern tone in their conversation thus far, and... Then her voice faded. Dove didn't really know where to go from here; she wasn't used to being talked down to in such a manner, but more importantly, she had no further questions for Fox. And she wasn't exactly interested in hearing about her sister's burstin' belly - hells no, ew! - which meant it was time to push the abort button (on the conversation, not the litter, oh god what have I done).