She wasn't quite sure what she had done wrong. While she loved her children equally, they had turned out with worlds of differences - Erzulie like her father, willing to get down and dirty, but not overly so; and she, at least, knew how to protect herself. Robert, on the other hand... perhaps she had indulged his love of books too much. He despised all forms of fighting - but today, she decided firmly, that was going to change.
She had nothing on except her usual belt with her own dagger tucked in - in her hand, however, was another dagger. Erzulie had a larger build, slightly pudgy, even, so she did not possess Skye's speed, agility, or ability to dodge with her slim frame. Robert, on the other hand, was just the right build for the art of the dagger.
She stood in front of her own house, where she knew that Robert would be in, reading some books or something. She knew that if any other had approached him with the intent to fight, he would have scoffed and turned away, but that he could not refuse his own mother and leader. She did not knock on the door, but simply called his name out - "Robert! Come here!" she barked sharply. He was her son, yes, but he had to learn how to defend himself and, if it came to it, his pack.
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