I'm not a tattle-tit.

Mortis ripped an entire length of bark free instead of just stripping it. It came free so hard one end ended up thwacking him in the face before it fell to the earth, and he could taste a little bit of blood in his gums. He growled angrily, not accustomed to bouts of rage. Perhaps there was some of his father in him after all. The thought chilled him, if anyone scared him the most, it was Sirius.

“Mumma said I can never fly, that birds have hollow bones and I don’t. She said I'll never ever be able to fly. I have these stupid wings but they an’t done nothing but make you hate me and now I done hurt my foot.” he scowled heavily at the dropped wood before him, and promptly sat on his ass, too frustrated to walk away, too angry to pick up the wood again.