Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

His nose burned with the scent of whelps and fur. Skáld, hiding away and Tauris like a raging bull with teeth and a stare that he could not gumption care to. Other things, many things- things far more strenuous in thought had been eating away at him. There was certainty in his head, that speaking more to her would make his head pound and his teeth rattle with irritation.

What a stupid idea, to bring it. What an even more foolish question. How bored and slow did she have to be in order to form that level of childish pettiness, immaturity, to question a piece of food? What loyalty did she truly have to her packmates, if still pounding in her chest with rage over his sight? He cursed Gunnar for telling him to come, and he cursed him even more that he told him to bring back what he'd taken, when she did not want it.

His headache had been speaking, as did the weight on his neck that told him it had not been worth it. Every foul word that tried to form in his mouth, every retort he had- he had many, like how she foamed like a dog over childs play, how she'd brought children to their home when she acted as one herself. All of these things, he'd not been far from himself. All those foul things, in an instant, rushed through his mind, and it was a fight to not say them. A fight that..he found himself reconsidering.

Is this worth it?

Who would gain anything out of it?

Can I really learn to be better?

He swore next that Gunnar was wrong and that he could not. There was Silvertongue's voice, and a pleasant pups in his ears. That pup from Riverclan who visited him. He didn't know if he believed in any Starclan. He didn't know if he had done this for himself. Bonnie knew that he didn't know what he was doing, just that whatever action he almost took then..felt wrong. 

He would not do that. He would not do- that.

With a close of his eyes, a wince as his teeth gnashed, he hiked his shoulders.

In a hitched voice, one that nearly cracked, his tone a poor attempt at keeping his illusion of rage and not discomfort,

"....Sorry."

His shoulders slowly fell, and he left.