MONTHLY MEETING [ FEBURARY 2021 ]

[trojan g.]

[align=left]there's a chip on my shoulder *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Eyes flicked over to those that had arrived at the meeting after her, ears flicking back for a moment as the smell of Palm Glades, though they righted when she noticed it was simply Medusa, the one member of the group that Moth tolerated. When Sojourn arrived, however, Moth's eyes narrowed, watching the other to make sure nothing happened before her attention was pulled away by the sound of her name and the smell of the Pitt washing over her. Head turning to look over towards Gael, she would offer a smile to the other, nodding her head in response at first before speaking. "They're both doing well. Sweeney's almost completely healed and Atticus is doing good, though his ribs suffered a lot." She could only wish that he hadn't been mind controlled at this point, and there was no point in dwelling on it considering the one who had done it was dead and gone. She would let out a small laugh at his words, head nodding once more. She knew what children were like, and the constant flow of new babies in Tanglewood made it hard for the Reaper to forget.

"I do think they'll be ready to go home to the Pitt soon too, they both seem to miss it. Sweeney especially." She knew it was hard for both of them to figure out where to go and what to do, for they both now had ties in both Tanglewood and the Pitt, she could only hope they were happy no matter where they ended up. "How is Aine? My offer to bring over books or have her come with me to the library in Tanglewood is still on the table." Moth wouldn't go back on her word, it was the least she could do for the two foxes taking such good care of her son.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  and it's big as a boulder