Morganna definitely spoke affectionately about her brood, warning about the differences between and boys and the girls. She shuddered to think that she needed it. Bojay And Sterling had both seemed conniving from what she’d seen before she’d jumped into the light. She’d hidden in the shadows and listened to their little plot, though looking back on it she supposed it wasn’t really a plot. Nothing that really required brain power, just something they’d happened upon and decided to cause a little mischief about. The way the older Archer described her girls, because
of course there were more, made her queasy. Were they really Archers? They didn’t seem very lawful to her.
Yeah, you might wanna teach your boys a little more about border etiquette. Sven just tried to spook ‘em but anyone else and they might come back a little more worse for the wear. Learned that myself, she said, muzzle crinkling as she was subconsciously reminded of the moment she got the faint pink scars.
Not that I’m tryin to tell you how to raise ‘em cause, you know, to each their own. You know better than I do, being older than me and their mom and all, she said with a shrug. It was over and done with. Maybe she didn’t forget, but she could forgive.
She nodded in understanding to her cousin’s words, seeing her strategy and how it could be helpful. Addy had been acting without thought, something she would learn to remedy overtime. Perhaps there were a few things she could learn from Elettra’s eldest daughter.
The Archer girl listened to Morg’s story, her brows rising in astonishment. They’d took a pup...and
killed it? The fur at the nap of her neck stood on end. What kind of monsters were those wolves? She wasn’t surprised to find her Aunt Elettra had been the one to lead the charge, however. The more she learned about her the more she decided she wanted to be like her. Sturdy, strong, respected, and obviously very loved. She was sad that she’d never gotten to know her in person, but she felt like she was getting to know her better through the stories she was told.
Hopefully history doesn’t repeat itself. But you’re right, if it comes to it we’ll deal with it. Make ‘em regret it into the grave.