Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

He studied the girl, frowning. Looking now, she really didn't look ok. His mind started formulating ways to get out, watching Bertók make a path.
"Go first, I'll catch you if you slip."
He looked to her, hoping she'd trust him.
From behind he could anticipate if she was going to fall and guide where her feet needed to be. He looked up to Tundra and his Mother, formulating their own plans.
"If you have to, you can blame it all on me." It wasn't all his fault. She was the one being rude. But if she was so scared that might mean that her mother will be angry. He knew Moonshadow only wanted him back safely.

He watched the girl, ready for her to throw his offer back in his face. If that would be the case she could fall for all he cared. He protected the woods and inhabitants; if they didn't want protection they could damn well look after themselves.