[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 50%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5;"]Sango hadn't really been doing anything in particular that evening, simply skirting the edges of the territory and familiarizing herself with the location, trying to stay as far away from the main camp as she could without seeming suspicious. It always took her a while to settle down in a new location, especially one as populated as this.
Her rounds were interrupted as she picked up the faint sound of sobbing, her sensitive ears perking up to catch the noise as she trotted forwards a few paces in an attempt to pinpoint the general location of the sound. She eventually ended up changing her course to steadily make her way over, making sure to take her sweet time doing so. She wasn't in any particular rush to confront a crewmate about their problems.
Upon her arrival the hellhound noted three others were already comforting the sobbing mess she called a son, all of them being rather familiar faces. Good, she must finally be getting to know everyone. Well, if you called 'getting to know everyone' borderline stalking them for a day or two each. That didn't matter now, though, what did matter was the rather disgusting substance dripping off of her son, as well as the figure comforting him. Within a split second of seeing Lucifer by Luca's side, Sango had already discarded her worry for the gooey-ness of the hellhound in front of her. She instead quickly found herself wrapped up in other thoughts, particularly ones centering around his relationship with Lucifer.
She narrowed her eyes as she set her gaze upon them, a slight rage bubbling up in the back of her throat. What did Luca think he was doing, allowing himself to get so close to someone other than her? Was he not grateful for her love? Sure, she had never really been there for him, but she was the one who let him live when he was but a new pup, squirming and crying by her side. She chose him as her only living child given permission to carry her name, to call her his family. She allowed him a great honor, and how did he repay her? By getting all sweet and cozy with some beast she had never even met before the last few weeks? He was sorely mistaken if he thought she would in anyway be okay with this, and Sango would be sure to let him know as soon as the time proved right. She was his only family, and he would do best to remember that.
Expelling a puff of steam with a displeased snort, the hellhound would stalk forwards, circling around the side of the gathering group to approach the dripping Luca directly. "What is this." She ordered an explanation, brushing past her son's emotional display and focusing on the steadily growing pile of goop on the ground. "You should clean it up, I don't like it." She spoke, pausing for a moment to consider his need for a medic. He didn't seem to be in any physical pain at the moment, she concluded he would probably be fine. "And while you're at it, stop bawling. You look ugly when you cry."
Her rounds were interrupted as she picked up the faint sound of sobbing, her sensitive ears perking up to catch the noise as she trotted forwards a few paces in an attempt to pinpoint the general location of the sound. She eventually ended up changing her course to steadily make her way over, making sure to take her sweet time doing so. She wasn't in any particular rush to confront a crewmate about their problems.
Upon her arrival the hellhound noted three others were already comforting the sobbing mess she called a son, all of them being rather familiar faces. Good, she must finally be getting to know everyone. Well, if you called 'getting to know everyone' borderline stalking them for a day or two each. That didn't matter now, though, what did matter was the rather disgusting substance dripping off of her son, as well as the figure comforting him. Within a split second of seeing Lucifer by Luca's side, Sango had already discarded her worry for the gooey-ness of the hellhound in front of her. She instead quickly found herself wrapped up in other thoughts, particularly ones centering around his relationship with Lucifer.
She narrowed her eyes as she set her gaze upon them, a slight rage bubbling up in the back of her throat. What did Luca think he was doing, allowing himself to get so close to someone other than her? Was he not grateful for her love? Sure, she had never really been there for him, but she was the one who let him live when he was but a new pup, squirming and crying by her side. She chose him as her only living child given permission to carry her name, to call her his family. She allowed him a great honor, and how did he repay her? By getting all sweet and cozy with some beast she had never even met before the last few weeks? He was sorely mistaken if he thought she would in anyway be okay with this, and Sango would be sure to let him know as soon as the time proved right. She was his only family, and he would do best to remember that.
Expelling a puff of steam with a displeased snort, the hellhound would stalk forwards, circling around the side of the gathering group to approach the dripping Luca directly. "What is this." She ordered an explanation, brushing past her son's emotional display and focusing on the steadily growing pile of goop on the ground. "You should clean it up, I don't like it." She spoke, pausing for a moment to consider his need for a medic. He didn't seem to be in any physical pain at the moment, she concluded he would probably be fine. "And while you're at it, stop bawling. You look ugly when you cry."