Bonesplinter Ravine his betrayal is overwhelming

Tywyll's ears shoot up when the man says he will take him home. His heart begins to beat rapidly at the thought of being pressed against his mother again and tumbling with Cinder around the territory. If his tail wasn't currently plastered to the mud and his butt, he would probably waste even more energy to beat it against the sticky ground repeatedly. "Redhawks...my pack is in um...Heron lake platoo" he said messing up the last bit but at least perking up slightly. 

Then his ears slowly pressed back flat against his skull as he was told it wouldn't be right away, that he needed to heal first. He gave a small shake of his head, bright gold eyes flashing with his normal stubborness. "Raven can heal me..." he said still weakly but with that childish argumentative tone, though his voice trembled with underlying sadness. He really really wanted to go home, he wouldn't let some stranger boss him arou- "Food?" he asked eyes brightening and the stormclouds of an impending tantrum (as much of one as he could throw) vanishing immediately. He fell silent and looked considerate before a solemn look crossed his face. He knew he was really sick...the worst sick he had ever felt before in his whole entire life. He didn't know what death was yet but he did know that he was getting worse and he could barely even move his body at this point. "Please...yes." he said accepting the man as his current adopted leader, the one he had to listen to and be guided by.