Moonspear My kind

Tev felt a brief stab of guilt as Mistywind spoke to defend herself. “I get that I should trust you as a pack mate but I don't trust easily,” He trailed off, rather abruptly when she began to scream once more, taking to dramatic mode once again, screeching about how she didn't care if it got infected and she died, and tried to guilt trip the young Viking by screaming about how no one needed her there and that there was nothing he could do about it. The bully Viking let out a low snort. Clearly she didn't know him that well, he could have Thistle track her down, but even still (perhaps now more than ever) he still didn't like the idea of his mother and this virtual stranger together given her mood swings and penchant for unnecessary drama. Perhaps he was being unnecessarily hard on her by ghosting forth to act as a barrier between her and Wildfire but he wasn't going to apologize for it. His friend had clearly been uncomfortable as soon as the woman's mood swings begun and Tev was only listening to his instinct, even if it had hurt Mistywind's feelings.

The worst part was, instead of feeling guilty Tev only felt more weary of her than before. Tev looked back to Wildfire when she told him to go get his sleep and informed him that she would seek out the leaders and let them know about what had transpired. “Are you sure?” Tev hesitated, visibly. “I could go with you if you want, it's ok.” But he let the choice up to Wildfire. If she didn't feel his presence was necessary he would go let her go on her own, but he wanted her to know that he would go with her if she would feel better having him around. He shot an uneasy glance in the direction that Mistywind had disappeared into, before his gaze settled back upon Wildfire.