Jen's chin lifts and she pulls out a goddamned black-tiedyed hankie to wipe her face with. "Of course they were dicks. They did a really bad thing. Nobody should ever ever be taken against their will but so many are. It's bad." Sniffle.

Growltiger butts his head against the newcomer's hand, then mrrs softly and bounces off to see to his weepy mistress. Sorry dude. Duty calls.

"I can't live with vampires like that. If my Pack didn't put up with me I dunno w-what I'd do. I promise, they...they're...well, I can't call them all good people but they're better than that."