Silvertip Mountain Warm me up!

His throat constricted when Zari shook her head with sudden authority. He gazed at her, his ears drooping against his pale scalp as she bolstered her reasoning with words. He hadn’t known that his Dad had already forbidden such things. 

Immediately he shook his head, spreading a few droplets of rain left and right. “No, I don’t wanna….. murder” tears sprung into his eyes at the thought. He had only wanted to know what it sounded like, he hadn’t been insinuating he wanted to know so that he could murder someone. Is that was Zaria thought of him?

He pressed himself lower to the earth and fell silent, listening to the soft patter of rain outside. He didn’t know what else to say, lest she think worse of him.