Dragoncrest Cliffs he has the holy fire of the gods within him

silkie's gaze takes in bat's facial expression as his sister, full of lively energy seconds before her paw made contact with his muzzle, froze. his ears taper back to rest at half mast atop his skull as his eyes keep their focus upon her with wild concern. it hadn't been that big of a deal in silkie's books. it'd been an accident — done in play. accidents happened all the time and it took a lot for silkie to be offended by his siblings. "i know," silkie assures her, releasing the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as she appears to unfreeze. "nope!" he crows in response to her pain question. it was true despite that he threw their mother a quick, concerned look. she seemed otherwise occupied and really, there wasn't any need to draw wildfire into it. "c'mon," He prances in place in the puddle. "let's keep playin'!" now that the small setback was taken care of and in the past.