Poor Sorrel was quite the awkward case. Too afraid to branch out beyond what he knew the boy certainly struggled in social situations. Even now as his own brother grew disappointed at this revelation Sorrel would have no idea how to react. F?li would crumple before his eyes, changing from that excited pup that had come bounding in with such joy and in less than a few minutes now he was becoming quite the pitiful state, even worse perhaps than the isolated Sorrel.
Mismatched eyes would simply watch in silence as F?li moved over to the other side of the den, now curling up in a rather lackluster manner as he turned his back on Sorrel. A soft whimper would leave the saddened pup and still Sorrel would gaze on for a moment, trying to assess the situation. "Why are you crying?" The question would sound, evident in his voice that he was truly clueless as to how much he had hurt his brother with his words. Though he may not have cared so much about Ludicael and other Destructions, Sorrel certainly cared for his twin and wouldn't ever intentionally harm him in any way.
