The Sunspire a reputation out for ruin

Nightingale sighed. She pushed the fish forward again. "You act like you're not hungry, and that you're not hurting. You haven't eaten in days, and you refuse help."

She frowned at her, genuine worry in her eyes, but also a hint of anger... "If you keep this up, there won't be anything left to return the Creek to."

She stretched leisurely and settled down. If this wolf was going to be stubborn, then she'd be just as stubborn back. "I'm not leaving until you eat and accept medical help. Even if I have to spend every living day and night here. I honestly don't fully understand why you're so mad at us... Only partially.

"You're angry that you're a prisoner, right? A captive. It's only fair for you to be angry at us. But I've got an itch-" Nightingale brought her hind leg forward and scratched behind her ear to prove it, "And that itch tells me that's not all you guys are mad at. Your mad at us for something else. I learned from Ferdie that you need to see both sides of the fight before deciding which side your on. I've decided mine, and you apparently decided yours. But, the thing is... I don't think you've looked at the reason we fight properly. Honestly? The only two wolves I'm mad at in your pack is Fox and Bazi. You? I'd rather be friends than enemies, but you seem to refuse..."