Faythe did her best to look menacing, to look as though she could wipe them all off the face of the earth with one finger, but Greg was making it pretty darn hard. The three month infant refused to leave his mother's hip' refusing to go to anyone else, making sure to wail at the top of his lungs when he was forced from her arms. Meanwhile Marc watched from the back of the room near the door, his eyes focused on his wife and newborn son, while the rest of his senses were on alert for anything that could cause them harm. Still it was very difficult to discuss boundary lines and why she had granted several strays, including Ben Feldman, entrance into the pride with Greg refusing to leave her arms.
Settling onto one of the couches in Umberto DiCarlo's office she did her best to not show just how much sleep she was NOT getting. Bouncing Greg on her knee she listened as Jerald Pierce droned on about how she was destroying their way of life. He apparently was still mad about Lance and not being allowed at Parker's funeral. Then Greg started crying and Marc started moving forward and Faythe did the only thing she knew how to do; she went into overprotective mom mode.
Snarling she turned towards Jerald Pierce and told him to sit down, he didn't follow the order but her did take several steps back. Next was Marc, it only took one look; stay back and let me handle this, or you're sleeping on the couch for the next month and a half. Then she was back on Jerald Pierce, a snarl still on her lips, her eyes having already shifted "Do. NOT. Tell me how to run MY pride Jerald. I may be a mother but I'm, still an Alpha and my dad is still the one that taught me to throw a right hook; so BACK off." She watched with satisfaction as the man swallowed.
Readjusting Greg on her shoulder, she began rubbing his back as she lowered her voice, silently apologizing to her son for raising her voice. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go feed my son and then lay him down for his nap." And with that she left the room, Marc behind her.
Her uncle grinned "I think now's as good time for lunch."
Agreements were echoed as they all filed out of the office, the sounds of an off key lullaby sounding through out the house.