~Dante~
The storm is approaching, I need to warn the entire pack to stay indoors when it comes. How soon? I can never predict these things.
"Dad," A small voice yanks me from my thoughts. "what do you think Noelle would like to eat?" Lynx quizzes, helping me carry some ingredients to the countertop.
I thought about the question, I didn't just want to throw the first words that came up. 'I do not care' doesn't seem like an answer that would please Lynx, she's very sweet. And seems to like Noelle, for whatever reason that might be. My daughter is adorable, and too innocent for this world.
Hopefully when she grows up she'll be able to see what I mean when I say, Noelle is a weird woman. Her reactions to certain things are, very unusual. They're not normal. She says and does the strangest things, have you ever seen a woman moan from food? I don't think so.
I'd like very much to blame this on the Cerberus genes but I can't. I get the idea that this is all her. And that is worse.
