Phoenix Maplewood Better Understanding with Self Expierence

Spring placed the moss down and then curled her lip exposing her gleaming fangs as Esaro tried to defend himself.  You should just take the blame Esaro, pushing it aside won’t benefit you at all.  The multicolored female though angrily to herself.  She took a deep breath once more, in attempts to calm herself.  But her calm was quickly vanquished as Esaro tried to push everything aside and go hunt, saying his wounds didn’t hurt.  Esaro’s wounds looked serious and even though she was anger with him, she knew his wounds should be treated now before infection could set in... or maybe there was already infection.

Spring narrowed her eyes as Esaro tried to stand up.  “Lay down Esaro.  Let me treat you wounds.  Okay?”  Her voice was an icy whisper and she locked eyes with Esaro showing her higher dominance.  Do not disobey me right now, you must be treated.  Her cold frozen icy gaze seemed to say.  As she clenched her jaw.

Spring had never felt so angry or betrayed in her life.  She eyed Esaro with distrust waiting for him to lay down, because his wounds needed to be treated now.  Whether she was angry with him or not.  If he kept on pushing treatment aside, he could get infections from his wounds... and then possibly die slowly, a painful death due to infection.  Spring didn’t want that to happen to anyone.