Bearclaw Valley Friends, or Foes?

a shitty apology. 

the child was only a child; there were easy ways to ward him off if she was really too sensitive to be touched by his fangs. toad did not expect that ridiculous move that came- and watched in sheer horror as the girl who had been asking for forgiveness shook the boy, and threw him like a scrap of meat. breaking the bones of an ally leader's child, that was an easy way to get yourself into deep shit.

there was a thin line between bravery and stupidity, and in ursus' territory, nyra had just crossed it. 

this, toad thought, was why ursus did not often spare time to chat with visitors. there was an instant, a fragment of time, in which his worried gaze shot back to evie, trying to see if he was with the boy. he did not look long enough to see if the prince was unconscious, only a blur of brown and black in his vision and then he was whirling forward into nyra, jaws outstretched. somewhere along he felt skoll and merrick join too, and toad knew it was time to maim. whatever flesh he could find there, he would tug with his teeth, skin the bitch alive if he got the chance. surely if she made it out of here alive she would be dragging herself along, a trail of blood on her path. they'd make sure of it.