Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Fig made up his mind in the next moment. His eyes narrowed at the way the other boy snapped at Wraen. A low, warning growl rumbled free of his chest, though he otherwise kept his tongue steady. He fell silent as Wraen began to speak, interested to hear her judgment of him and hopeful it was along the lines with his.

She refrained from passing judgement still, but Fig was pleased with the energy with which she met Tuvak's attitude. He lifted his chin a little as she spoke and narrowed his eyes further, silently backing her words by subtly indicating that he would certainly be among those guardians to chase him out. Ripping him to pieces might be a stretch... He would think on that comment later, though. For now, he waited to see what would happen next.