Silvertip Mountain finchbit, moss-pecked

chup, kaminey, surya snapped upon arrival, hearing the prisoner's sarcastic words. he puffed up alongside merrick, showing his fangs, fur bristling along his spine. how dare you speak to him that way?

his green eyes moved sideways, toward his leader. what should i do now?

it helped to see the other as his blood-father. as not another entity beyond that. the hatred flowed better if he injected his own worldview; without, he doubted he could harm a soul.