Bad things made me but that don't mean I'm bad for them

He swallows hard and chewed nervously on the already rough edges of his claws. “I t-t-thought y-y-you w-were s-s-someone e-else.” He stuttered, his ears laid flat and pressed so tightly around his head that he looked as if his ears might not have even been there at all. “I w-w-was s-surprised…and t-t-then y-you s-said I s-s-should h-have b-b-been t-told to f-f-f-f-fear you….” His soft voice trailed off as he bit nervously at his claws, the bird still pressed close to him for comfort. He was embarrassed to admit that, particularly because there was the very real possibility that Spider had simply misheard him.

He wondered if he should ask the stranger if he had encountered the herald, although now that he was considerably calmer, he could from the man’s scent that he most definitely had run into the golden wolf. He felt a small wince in his heart although he wasn’t quite sure why, they had only met once and he had made a complete fool of himself just like he had now. “What a surprise!” Toad heckled and he closed his eyes tightly.  “I’m s-s-sorry.” He said quietly although he wasn’t entirely sure what he was apologizing for or even why he felt the need to apologize in the first place.

Spider speaking   Echo Speaking You Speaking Toad's voice