Larkcall Lowlands Roses Bloom,But Then They Slowly Die

It seemed like the girl was practically ignoring her presence. The blood in her veins only boiled further. Her son's words were taken into account but she already decided he would get a stern talking later. "We live here." Her brown eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "I suggest you watch yourself around here unless you plan on upsetting other mothers as well." Heaven forbid @Lilya, the mother who had already been attacked by the damned Morelli, had to worry about a stranger snooping around their children. Or the Rye fields even. Piety was unclear of their children but she wouldn't be surprised if they had a few (or one like themselves) running about.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked without a second thought. Did she plan on lingering about the lowlands even with the dropping temperatures? Was she looking for something or someone? Piety wasn't sure if she would be fully willing to help but perhaps doing something to shoo away the threat of a stranger would be enough to get the angry mother to comply more.

Her gaze dropped down to the dark form of her son. He didn't seem to be hurt at least and that was certainly a bonus to this whole situation. Regardless he should have known better than to be chattering with strangers, especially those who did not smell of a nearby pack. Did Wraith know of this behavior? Cheedo? Everly or Odin? While she didn't want to be overbearing to the boy he was still young enough to require adult supervision.

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