Broken Timber Pines Why don't you get a job?

Aw, shit. This wasn’t what she was angling for. Namir’s ears rolled backwards and she gave a soft huff, hackles falling as the dark wolf took off. Really, she shouldn’t have antagonized her, but she didn’t want the ducklings to get eaten. That didn’t mean she wanted to be their new caretaker, either. She narrowed her eyes, squinting at them – maybe if she led them towards the water, their real mama would find them again. Probably wouldn’t come over if there were wolves around, either, that was just dumb.

Yeah. Okay.

That was her plan. Man, Saros wasn’t going to believe it when she told him.

Fade.