Redtail Rise Savin’ his Pennies for someday

at first ancelin didn't even want to go. he'd sprained his ankle during the hunt and wanted to rest. the idea of facing them all since the fight shamed and frightened the boy, clenching his gut with something that quickly became anger, all aimed mostly at relic.
but if he didn't show, he'd look weak, or somehow embarass lilia. and that was the last thing he wanted. ancelin had paused so long that surely his cousins had already shown up; he huffed a breath and tried to think.
in the end, ancelin bearclaw arrived with his muzzle and chest stained in warm blood, dripping slowly in long pulls of scarlet from his chin. rabbit's, to be sure, but he had wanted to be eye-catching.
what his own eye caught was relic seated with lilia and his mind leapt breakneck to a thousand jealous scenarios that he felt his gorge rise. shame welled through ancelin; now he felt stupider for having shown up. 
but he was here now, and lifted his head, seating himself alongside masque.
ancelin tried not to stare at lilia, but first his mom, then his aunt, then this — the boy had a distinct feeling of being passed over. and it reminded him of atreus leaving, then arielle, then aventus. and now his mom was back, and ancelin had been so choked by all the things he could not say that now he projected them right toward lilia. like her, he had experienced the sensation of being outside, and it had become a point of commiseration between them. his support for her as berserkr might lead the rest of his cousins, especially when he heard relic mention augur.
but ancelin was quickly becoming obsessive, and the hurt was multiplied a third time.  he slumped nonchalantly, flicking his tongue across the ridges of his teeth as the blood smearing his fur slowly dried.
when silence fell, his indigo eyes at last swept toward lilia and relic. "if you want to be what prophet was, you have to fight for it. there's no reason you can't be that, but —" ancelin tipped his head toward his cousins. "maybe someone else wants it too."
the hot look in his eyes would tell lilia all was not well; the singe of his stare meant to communicate that she should leave him alone after this.