Even when the male addressed that he hadn't mated with the shy Anaia, Piety was still wary. If they had just met and nothing frisky had happened then why did she cling to his flank like a damned leech? Then the truth came forward. Anaia wanted to leave. A lame excuse of not fitting in. Maybe it was because she kept to herself and practically pissed herself at anything she saw. Piety's face was obviously upset with a hint of disgusted. To think she had extended her paw to help her and was now having this news thrown at her.
This was all going south the more they spoke. Any trust or faith she had in the pale girl was thrown straight off the monadnock. Her eyes narrowed on the both of them. Had it not been for Morganna's presence the pale second might have taken it upon herself to run them off. Her muddy eyes locked onto the duo before them. Piety's tail lashed about as a silent warning to them.
She watched them smartly take their leave and leaned into Morganna's flank. "A damn waste of our time." Her voice was low and rough, an unusual tone for the Santoro. Granted nothing she ever did around Morganna was considered usual for her overall personality. "Ready to start heading back up?" She asked in a whisper as she pushed her nose into the dark Archer's fur.
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