Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

He ignored the command, disregarding it because now that he was up, it wasn't so bad. Really. He glared at Alarian as he spoke the snarky words. Midar could tell the other man was getting irritated with him, but he really wasn't trying to be difficult. His last statement really pushed the beast's buttons, though, and he wanted to return the favor. I wasn't disagreeing to be difficult. I was trying to make things easier, he replied first, a little indignantly. And, I'll stop telling you I'm fine when you start believing it, because I am fine. The last bit was said purely out of spite even though it was true. He was fine. Still, he was hurting, and he really didn't want to fight with the one wolf he actually gave some kind of a shit about. His face lost any annoyance, and he looked at his companion with only exhaustion on his face. I don't want to fight with you, okay. I'm tired and in pain, so just tell me what you want from me. He looked away from the other wolf then, feeling a little too exposed and almost wishing he had kept his mouth shut.