Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

Magpie's legs wobbled awkwardly, the odd angle of his footing making it difficult to support the other. He yearned so badly to shrug off the wolf and let him topple to the floor, maybe teach him to keep his muzzle shut — but for some reason, the more he thought about it, the less he actually felt like doing it. No,

Carefully, as to not terribly upset Cormorant's wound, he nudged further under the wolf, giving him more shoulder to rest himself over. Magpie gave him all of a few seconds to adjust, gathering himself up in his pause, before beginning forward, stumbling down the bank as he growled, We go now.