PROTECT THE FLAME- phase one, step 2

Piers flattened his ears as Aurum stepped about the books. He raised his head, stepping back with an exhausted sigh and lowered ears. He wasn't entirely sure if he was making the right decision or not. What he did know is that his family wasn't right and he wanted to make sure his siblings had somewhere to go. At his question his ears flattened further and he looked away stormily.

"No, I didn't." He uttered. His teeth were shown, his lips pulled back in both grief and anger. This might've been a betrayal to his mother, but could anyone blame him? Piers felt like the only one that left the house. He felt like he was alone most of the time when he went home, he didn't like going home. With each thud of his heart, his body shook a tiny bit. The sounds of pawpads shuffling across the ground made him raise his head.

He observed Roy as he seemed to think gently, and at his question his fur raised. He didn't want help. He opened his mouth to snap in return, eyes shifting to Aurum and hestitating long enough for him to speak again. His mouth made an 'o' shape and he sighed softly. "I suppose.. that you can. But they can't." Piers replied with an upturned nose.

He marched to Aurum, reaching over and snatching the satchel away. He looked like a mother dragging an oversized cub, the way his shoulders tensed up and his oddly shaped body curled it's neck backwards to hold the bag up.

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