Bonesplinter Ravine macabre

it wasn't that moonshine was a hopeless fighter. no, she followed the instructions her brother gave well enough; they felt easy, natural. it was simply that in the face of sharp words and teeth and the faces of the other children to which blackfeather was a birthright, not a burden, she was reduced to stumbling words and nerves. 

she couldn't find any anger towards them, either. she was the one who was out of place, wrong, and so must attract their ire. she just had to survive the present, never mind about the future. she peers up at him, shifting her weight back. "like this?"