Twisted Slough i wish you'd die in the mire

Magpie shook his head, an amused scoff replacing what yearned to be a snarled remark of his own. You don't want that. His tone was saccharine, warming his chest with the low vibration of each word, but it wouldn't last. He was nothing if not irritable, and someone so oblivious to their wealth was bound to get under his skin. You don’t even know what it means to be alone. Do you really think you would have made it this far without someone watching your back? It'd been an everyday routine, watching him sleep, keeping him safe. Who knows what might have happened to him if Magpie wasn't so graciously by his side. It was only the wolf’s pride that kept him from seeing just how lucky he really was.

To say It wounded him, seeing Cormorant so opposed to his affection, was dramatic even for Magpie; but after all they’d been through together, it certainly felt beyond ungrateful. His muzzle twitched in anticipation, so used to fixing issues like this in ways far less civilized. I know you're smarter than that.