Lake Rodney they'll never win you back

aaand feel free to have him run off if you want lmao

His teeth met their mark even as Titmouse tried to step out of the way, which surprised even Redshank. The two tumbled into the frost-covered ground as his legs gave out, yet he kept his grip firm on the other boy's scruff, not intending to let him get away just yet. He hadn't really thought about why he had sought to tackle and scare the wits out of the flighty boy, he had just...done it. He wasn't even angry at Titmouse, despite their hatred when they had first met. If anything, Redshank was pleased to see the silver-haired yearling.

A sharp pain suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts, and he cried out, releasing the mouthful of fur. The other boy had managed to land his own hit, striking out like a viper and leaving him with a bleeding wound on his neck. "Titmouse, you piece of shit, it's me!" Redshank snarled, twisting to try and face him. Did he even remember him?