02-11-2020, 10:33 PM
[div style="font-family: impact; font-size: 38pt; color: white; text-shadow: 1px 1px black, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px black, -1px -1px black; position: absolute; margin-top: -36px; max-width: 625px; text-align: center;"]SWEENEY CALLAHAN FALLOUT
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #fff; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: #000; overflow: auto; padding: 6%; margin-top: 10px; line-height: 17px; border: #000 solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 1px; "]Last time Sweeney had gotten out of the nursery, she had walked out of the Pitt territory and gone into the neutral lands, watching as her father had been killed, watching as no one else dared to help him to make it so that he could live and see his children. She had known what he had looked like - there weren't very many foxes that had been leaders of the Pitt - but she hadn't ever actually met him up until that point, and it had broken her. She had wanted to get revenge for him somehow, even though she didn't understand the feeling that had come from the sight - and she knew from that point on the only ones she'd be able to trust was her sisters, all of them as clueless as herself as to why that had happened. So it was an odd sight to see the child out and around in the desert of the group, especially since she was tired and was thirsty. It was so hot, and there was no water that she could see anywhere near her. But she saw others that she knew - didn't like them much, but she knew them - and started to make her way over, ears flattening to her head as she saw the male that had been hurt, eyes rolling. He had walked her hadn't he? So he was fine with walking back to their camp and not getting patched up here. She needed water, and she was lost. "What'd you do?" She'd ask matter-of-factly, watching as Gael worked his medicine magic.