Moonspear My kind

Things had escalated in an extremely rapid fire manner, including but not limited too Mistywind's apparent mood swings. His gaze reluctantly left the older woman to Wildfire when he sensed her discomfort in regards to the situation. He didn't blame her. He was plenty weary himself about the whole situation, grasping to keep up with the sudden changes as they came. Tev was dubious and cynical about her words as she spoke them: funny how she'd approached them seeming fine, and not at all like she'd just got done scrapping with a bear. He couldn't help his scoff when Mistywind went on to lecture him about just how dangerous they were — as if he didn't know himself. “Really. You tackled a bear?” He was as dubious as Wildfire about it, his posture tense, ghosting forward a step to put himself between Wildfire and Mistywind. She seemed harmless enough physically, though if she was telling the truth about tackling a bear he wasn't sure his initial assessment was a sound one. Just in case, he felt better positioning himself between the two females, ready to protect Wildfire at any sign of danger, no matter if it was domestic or not. 

“I was attacked by a bear. You're not telling me anything I don't already know,” Granted, he'd provoked the attack …. (and attempt at an attack) both times (though in his defense he'd basically been a bossy baby who thought he was king of the world the first time). He tipped his muzzle so she might see the ugly scars that would forever mar his handsome face; a face that was probably too young to bear such markings of war. Yet, they served as a grounding reminder: his youth did not equal immortality and to allow his brain and sense of judgment guide him instead of pride, or on it's flip side: fear. It was a lesson that Tev had been determined to learn the hard way.

Tev caught Wildfire's apologetic look moments before she offered for him to escort her to Thistle. He hated to leave Wildfire, yet at the same time, the idea of letting Mistywind unattended around his mother struck a wrong chord within him. As long as the higher ranking female was with him then she wasn't continuing to make Wildfire uncomfortable; and he assumed that she was uncomfortable from her looks and partially because he was uncomfortable. “Of course,” Though his assurance was more for Wildfire than it was for Mistywind. “I'll see you later Wifi,” He promised her with a charming grin before he looked back at their companion, inhaled deeply and let it out in a sigh. “Come on, my mom can get that taken care of.” He spoke to Mistywind gesturing her forward with a sweep of his muzzle, clearly having no intentions of taking “no” for an answer.