ass over tea kettle

Tide bristles as Ioan comes closer, head low, green gaze burning. Around them, the Grove seems so alive. Were they even safe here? He knows this is Hallows territory, but there were still predators in these woods. Undercrawlers. Creepy crawlies. Every bit of the boy is tense, as he watches the other boy. All teeth and sharp angles... but he's right. Unfortunately, Ioan is very right.

There would be no comfortable way to do this. Instead, Tide flops down heavily on the ground, still tangled and poked paw up. Gazing up at the trees above him, the nascent buds and blooms a curious sight. Staring at them carefully, and trying not to think about what came next. "Fine." Snarky, but he wouldn't bite the hands that were trying to help him. Not yet. "'m Tide." He mumbles, sour expression unbroken.

"Tide"