by Sibilant » Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:51 am
Riley wanted to leap at Belle and shove her words back down her throat, but he held himself back. If he did anything, stepped out of line, something would happen. He felt eye on his pelt, but couldn't find where they came from. If he made one wrong move, he was sure he'd be driven out and never allowed back again. Instead of starting a fight with Belle, he growled something about Goldwind and took a flying leap into the tree where his ball of moss was, ignoring Midnight's touch.
call me Sib!
pronouns: they/them