Bad kibbi!

Gavroche had no clue at just how bad of a spot he put the cat in by acting as a target. Dusk went for it, and rather than be afraid of the blood and ferocity his friend was showing, the winged boy held back, barking at the feline that had dared come into the Hallows land. He wasn’t very intimidating, but Gavroche had the heart of a wolf trying to defend the home of his friend. “Bad kibbi!” He growled, hopping forward as he flailed his wings out. That was when Dusk released the cat, and in fear it back off, gaze flicking between the black wolf and the calico pup.

Gavroche’s green eyes still had the pupils narrowed as he hoped next to dusk again, spreading his wings in an attempt to be more intimidating. “Go away! This is Dusk’s home!” The yearling was definitely more of a threat, but seeing how pissed she had gotten over the pup the cat decided the kid wasn’t worth dying over. It turned tail and gave a yowl as it fled. Gavroche huffed, fur puffed up as he watched it leave. “Don’t come back!” He called after it before drawing closer to Dusk. His eyes would return to normal then, his expression becoming sad as he looked up at her and saw the blood.

“That’s all the cat’s right? It didn’t hurt you, did it?”

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