Shadowwyn Moor Where Oh Where, Art Thou

Even as she shouted he couldn’t take her seriously. She was just some lost little girl that couldn’t see reality for what it was: she had been abandoned, no one was coming back for her—she was alone. It was a kindness, in his eyes, telling her these things. In a way, he was trying to help her by pushing her forward, encouraging her to give up the search for her runaway companions before it dragged her down and broke her. They did not share the same views, however, as she continued to argue with him over the facts of the situation—

—only for him to be proved wrong moments later.

From his southbound position he’d seen the male approaching even before he’d stationed himself between them. The way he acted—spoke—prompted Alexander into action, expression twisting into a snarl. His own hackles bristled whilst he arched his tail up over his back, staring the other male down. “Leave her alone? I didn’t do anything to her,” he growled. He was angered by the challenge but the realisation that he was wrong contributed to it, too, whether he’d admit it or not. Alexander didn’t like to be wrong—he hated it, actually.