Moonspear I scorn their hatred, if they do but fear me

She hadn't heard— how selfish of me!— but she could not find reason behind Charon's recollection of the events. She had been harmed, so she left the greatest and closest support system she had? To what end? Did she find a propensity for pain and now wandered in active search of it? Ness' thoughts reeled, and her appetite waned, leaving the bird stiff between her paws as she stared at it, uncomprehending. She was frozen for a long moment, completely still except for the faint lifting of the guard hairs around her shoulders; unease. Finally her body relaxed, and she hissed out a sigh, relieving herself completely of some hidden stress. The wave of anger tamed.

She started to pluck her bird again, a little less delicately this time. I just can't believe that! Wildfire, though? And how ungrateful... "I would've chased her out," she mumbled, unintentionally voicing her inner monologue.