Redtail Rise All the way up

It is Wildfire that speaks up first, telling him to leave, and Gavriel’s head lowers only a fraction more as he braces himself for impact—whether invoked by Reek or himself, it didn’t matter—and keeps his teeth flashed in warning. A warning that might not stay the same if the scrawny male made the wrong decision. Gavriel watches him stand there, things clicking in to place. Recognition settles into his features but it doesn’t make him turn and go as commanded for him companion. 

Gavriel picks one foot up and places it forward, inching closer in a prowl. He’s already weakened by the healing wounds and Gavriel, only hindered by a little hunger, felt comfortable with most of his strength.

The accusations, however, surprise him enough to stop the advance. The rest of his features remain the same, hardened and threatening, but he tries to recollect what he knows about the war in the Phoenix land. They had disappeared before they arrived, and bloodshed had not been met—what Reek speaks of, while Gavriel questions, isn’t enough to deter him of his purpose. His sympathy, even as he has his own litter potentially on the way, isn’t enough. Later, he’d question it, but for now the threat of the grotto wolf is enough to ignore and his duty remains. 

“You heard her,” he finally says then, growling louder, teeth parted just enough to show his intent as he resumes the advance, slow and steady. "Go back to your grotto."