Danger Zone

Needless to say, Starling was in pain. It wasn't too bad,sure, but it certainly was in a place that was hard for him to reach on his own. He hadn't wanted to ask Lillie to help him with it, mainly because he had been mad at her and at the time...he had felt he had deserved the pain. So instead he had slunk away when he could to find some wound binders and pain killers. For a fighter it would be nothing to blink at, but Starling was, as it had become quite obvious, not a fighter. He didn't like pain, and perhaps that was why he leaned more towards the healing practices. His pain tolerance was rather low. But he had made a resolution to come home, to spend more time in Abaven territory, no matter how...anxious he felt. So he came back home with some herbs tucked away in his jaws to help rebuild his store, and maybe see if Sparrow could help him with his wound and keep it a secret. He walked through the swampy part of their lands, nose curled slightly at the feeling of water surrounding his legs. He didn't like this, but the chances of running into someone was quite a lot lower here. He didn't really want to see any of his siblings, his mother, his father and especially aunt Harmony.

He had let them all down, and he did not want to hear what they had to say when they finally looked at him. Lillie was a prime example. She had bit him, for goodness sake. What's to say he wouldn't be put to the earth by his family of warriors, or lashed to death by Harmony's disappointment. For a second he almost turned around to flee back to the north, to try and find Cathy where he could feel a bit calmer. But instead he just narrowed his eyes and continued on. But then...oh, crap. Sky blue eyes grew so wide as they settled on the rather obvious form of his father slushing through the muck. His heart lodged itself in his throat and he quickly stepped back, hoping to retreat without being seen, not that it worked well the last time he had seen someone he didn't want to see. But unlucky for him, mud was a rather noisy element, and he could barely keep his pawsteps quiet as he squished and plopped through the muck. Ears pulled back and head low, he hoped he could make himself as invisible as possible.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"