I'm not leading you astray

The winged heir watched silently as the two spoke. There was heat to their words, and he could immediately see they weren't talking about the upcoming spar. He planted his rump in the earth, and curved his wings slightly forward, casting a shadow over his paws. He hoped he had done the right thing, that getting them to face the lingering shadow between them would do them any good. It hadn't done him and Hana any good... but then, he had left it too long before approaching her.

There was vulnerability to Briar as her mouth moved to speak words he could not catch. Pain in her eyes. There was hardness to Art, snd then more sadness from Briar. He was starting to think he hadn't gone about this right, and then suddenly Briar was jumping to her feet, and fleeing. Mort jumped to his feet too, more in surprise then anything. He glared at Art. "You hurt my sister, hasn't she been through enough?" He snarled as brushed past the smaller wolf, his wing brushing against thr other boys paw as he pushed himself on, putting on a spur of speed as he raced after Briar.

"Briar, wait!"