look, i'm sorry okay?

Whittaker wasn't the type of child to get angry very often. today had to be special, then. he was busy trying to explore every part of the ship he could. his mother's companion, Kresnik, was watching the boy from the rafters. hopping along as he moved, his golden gaze fixed on the pale child, the gyrfalcon was tasked keeping an eye on them when father's foxes could not. the boy didn't know what really had made him angry though. one minute he was exploring and the next he was nursing a cut he had received from a sharp object. it wasn't deep, but it was enough to make tears come to his eyes. the little scratch burned, his first experience with pain. he wasn't sure he liked it.

Kresnik dove at the ground, cawing in what he assumed to be soothing. but the boy pounced at his mother's friend, spitting like a feline and angry at his own stupidity. the gyrfalcon took back up to the rafters, ruffling his own feathers uneasily. he wasn't aware of Lumi nearby. maybe if he was, he would have stopped. Lumi seemed to revere their mother, and if she saw him attacking her companion then... well, he would get into trouble. but at least he'd know he was in trouble. as it was, the girl had yet to either speak up or spot him. frustrated with his anger, Whittaker kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.

he hoped to coax Kresnik back down, say 'sorry' but all he felt was anger and shame at his actions. the bird did not move though; Whittaker began to pace, mistaking anyone to see him for trying to hunt the bird.

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