Demon Pups
Under the stark glow of a flickering street lamp, Aurelia turned to Falcon, her expression a mix of urgency and determination. "We have Daisy. It's time to strike while we have the advantage," she insisted, her voice edged with conviction.
Falcon's brow furrowed as he contemplated Aurelia's suggestion. "No, we can't act impulsively. We need a comprehensive plan, not just a reactive move. Daisy's motives are still unclear, and we need to fully understand her strategy," he countered, his tone firm yet measured.
Their differing viewpoints hung heavy in the night air, tension coiling between them like an unseen thread. Aurelia's eyes flashed with impatience, a testament to her urgency to confront the looming threat, while Falcon remained resolute in his insistence on a more calculated approach.
"We can't afford to make hasty decisions," Falcon continued, his gaze fixed on Aurelia. "We need to strategize, anticipate her moves, and strike when the timing is right."