Blackfeather Woods I've been walking out all on my own

He didn't stop her from being angry. He neither had the energy to do so nor wished to reduce the spark she had long carried. He would have been more worried if that flame ever went out than if she continued to burn with it. She went on, and he relaxed into her fur like a big pillow. Blinking softly, he shook his head lightly when she asked why.
He's just a kid, he said. Like Zephyr. Like all of them. I'm the perfect lightning rod for whatever troubles he's got, he struggled, wincing as a pain sharply pulled at his neck. It didn't matter to him that he'd been injured. His only concern was that of Taktuq, and of the children they planned to have. Putting them in danger was out of the question.