05-04-2021, 11:06 AM
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What the fuck? The clouded leopard frowns as he bounds over, drawn in by the commotion. Swiftly, his own eyes darken as he understood. He had no children to call his own, but he saw Summer as one. This cub was likely that to someone else. Let alone the fact he was a child, for heaven's sake. It should have been simple as that.
Westley narrows his eyes as he came to stand besides Aine and Kold, tail lashing to the side. "He's a child. They wander. Let him be a child, Dante." No one needed to be ripped away from that. "He's hurt enough, we're not going to interrogate him."
"If you're paranoid do some fucking recon," he adds harshly, ears flat. "There's no good reason to mess with a kid."
Westley narrows his eyes as he came to stand besides Aine and Kold, tail lashing to the side. "He's a child. They wander. Let him be a child, Dante." No one needed to be ripped away from that. "He's hurt enough, we're not going to interrogate him."
"If you're paranoid do some fucking recon," he adds harshly, ears flat. "There's no good reason to mess with a kid."
**brontide (n.) —-- westley hawkins / paleblood / penned by petrichor