Broken

Dante's ears tipped back as an unfamiliar voice responded, and while Blue offered to bring her home, he felt a rumble build in his throat. It was not directed at the healer, whose helping nature was known and appreciated by him. But he did not like that this injured stranger, assuming safety, had chosen to shelter so close to their claimed lands.

"You assume much." He said, unfriendly and disapproving in both tone and manner. "To settle so close to us and expect aid." He then turned to Blue Willow, ignoring her a moment. "I would prefer to escort her away. We have our own to look to." He expected argument and therefore did not speak with finality. If she disagreed, it was for her judgement. She was the healer and he would not trod on her morals. But he hoped her judgement in this was sound and she would not overtax herself or their supplies for a stranger.