Duskfire Glacier bleak

Kieran ignored him as he urgently attempted to push Hawhthorn back, away from the edge. "Stop - I'm not leaving! Just because we didn't have the best start, doesn't mean I don't like you!" He had to think fast. "Rose," he hissed, "What about Rose? You can't leave her!" It was all he could think of. It was harsh, too. He knew that, but surely it would make the older boy think twice? Despite the two boys not having the greatest start to their introduction, the prince did not want to see Hawthorn... gone... 

He shivered, the cold beginning to crawl its way into his fur. The winter - it had been so cold, and yet it was not over. Kieran took a sharp intake of air, feeling it sting the inside of his nose and mouth. "How do you think Rose would feel if you left her? How alone she would be?" He panted again, giving the hardest shove he could, trying to push Hawthorn away from the edge. Hopefully his words would knock some sense into him. "You don't have to do this, Haw,"