Bramblepoint Withering

His heart thudded and his ears rang. How bewildered gaze lost its fearful edge when he recognized Ceridwen, replaced quickly by embarrassment. Her joking murmur wasn’t heard, and he’d shrank lower onto his heels when she began to share her opinion on screaming.

He felt like an idiot. How long had she been watching, he wondered. He figured probably long enough, that he wouldn’t have to explain his anger. 

He hadn’t thought that he might attract attention- or that it might be dangerous. The idea of it didn’t bother him, and his ire simmered to a boil. 

He jabbed a paw in the direction of Moonspear, his sore eyes grew dark and angry. ”They should know,” He hissed, his voice hoarse. ”It’s because of them, an’ because of Frolic an’ they don’t even know, or care,” His tears were hot as they fell silently down his cheeks.