Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

His eyes followed the other's muzzle, a ripple of anger twitching into his own at the mumbled nonsense Cormorant spilled. Magpie snarled under his breath, an assortment of unintelligible, bickering thoughts, all while advancing toward the flaxen wolf. His shoulder brushed into Cormorant's, testing his balance and all together awareness. It was a pity he'd been forced to reduce such a magnificent thing to this.

You'd like that. He snipped, bowing his head to examine the wound Cormorant fussed over. His nose attempted to wriggle in and offer his own aid, but as his tongue fought through the matted fur, it became more and more apparent to him that he was in no way equipped to deal with this. It was honestly amusing to him in some way, the idea of care had never crossed his mind.

He brushed off the thought, giving up on his fruitless efforts and instead wedging his head beneath the other's belly. Magpie did what he could to pull the other back on his feet, snapping and barking less than motivational remarks at the poor thing at every slip and stumble. If you can't pull it together I'll have to drag you. Is that what you want?