Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

Atshen didn’t understand where these words were coming from. A sense of confusion plagued the red of his rage. Despite violence being his go-to in most situations, the eldest Spiderling knew it would do him no good in this situation. At her moaning, a noise that felt like nails against sharp slate in his mind, he dismounted from his position above her and moved back a few paces.

Once settled, his tail lashed and his ears flattened as he looked to her. “Stop saying that,” he demanded, his tone dropping into a low growl as he addressed his star-speckled sibling.