Blackfeather Woods phoenix; you can't touch her without burning

she rouses at his chuff and turns to face him with steel in her grey eyes. the tundrian cannot blame her. would he not, too, retaliate and threaten those who dared to hold him captive? of course he would. she responds with a bristle of her hackles and the gamma takes it with a grain of salt. he is not offended; nor is his anger aimed at her. he does not agree with her presence in these woods ( but it is not his place to do so, really, he must always remind himself ). her presence here is only a threat to them and though he harbors a neutral feeling towards the redhawks and a soft spot of affection for tywyll himself were war to find it's way to their doorstep he would stand and fight against them. he would protect these woods against his own flesh and blood, if that was what it took.

"i will not harm you." he tells her, breaking his silence. he understands that she might be weary to believe him but he hopes that his lack of movement might help to solidify his words. "you shouldn't be here." there is no accusation in the statement. just a simplicity that betrays his anger that she is. "how did this happen?" he asks, inviting her to tell him the story though the invite toes the line of thinly veiled command.