Hoshor Plains brings me 'round again

Then why? He wants to screech back. His round ears flicking as she spits at him, anger curling in both—the hurt is strong, wounds that cannot, would not heal. All the bear hoped to accomplish was an understanding that Winterbourne needed his family just as much as the others.

Do you not think he needs you, that he needs all of you just as they do?! He steps forth, unwilling to back down, even if she wishes to retreat in a “agree to disagree” mannerism.

Alas, his expression shifts from enraged to horror. The step he takes is retreated back, ears airplaning to the side and the fire fizzling out at the sight of Winterbourne’s approach.