Whitefish River you're the truth that's breaking me and keeping me together

It wasn't the screamed apology that brought Riley back, but the yelp --

Riley blinked, confused. Charles was on the ground, huddling with his head buried under his paws -- the echoing ((I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU)) beginning to fade from Riley's mind. Had he done that?

He stepped away with a snarl, those ebbing thoughts replaced now with shame that bubbled over into anger. Charles had made him do it. He wasn't a monster, it wasn't his fault -- Charles had brought the worst out of him and was to blame.

Pacing with frustration, Riley began to wrack his brain. It hardly seemed a coincidence to him that he'd been well behaved this entire time, up until Charles showed up -- and now he was acting out again. No. He wasn't going to back. Charles couldn't make him.

Riley turned on his brother with his fur on edge and eyes hard. "Get up." He commanded, his throat constricted and voice unusually deep. "Get the fuck out of here."