The crone looked between two of the men in her life. The picture would have been almost complete had her darling boy been around. Blue fur covered in blood would have been wonderful. But, she would accept things as they were. She leaned against her husband, feeling the hint of jealousy.
"Morris." She nodded slightly. "Let's hunt the little bitch down and enjoy ourselves." Her voice was so very soft and sweet, as if she just suggested they take the doctor out for a coffee and cake. She lightly bit the Viking's shoulder before she offered her hand to her literal partner in crime.
"Come along, my wonderful men. We have a house call to make?" She laughed at the pathetic joke.