Haestine
Letting s growl rip from his throat, deep and gutteral, Haestine watched his sister go, Snapping, he snarled after her on the wind, "Fine! Go out and get eaten by Kronadors! Get your heart broken! See if I care! I'm just trying to keep you from getting hurt!" Grumbling to himself, the teenager stood and lashed his tail back and forth. Looking at Kafka he said, "I don't care how we pair up as long as I'm not on Alysdair's team."
Still lashing his tail, Haestine let his claws knead the ground almost furiously, fervently, as if the ground was going to rise up and swallow him. He didn't do good amongst larger groups, and although he wanted to run off like his sister had in her frustratioin with him, Haestine was not going to be rude after he had already pretty much consented to the war game.
His lips were lifted slightly, the ivory of his teeth flashing a little in the light as his muscles tightened. He couldn't seem to get calmed down for some reason, and the teenager knew the war game would do him good... So long as he didn't lose control of himself and get carried away. However, the other teenagers were smart enough to tell him when enough was enough... Or so he hoped.
Truthfully, Katniss should not have mentioned their parents. It was a memory he had stored away long ago and it was one he would rather not relive even if it was through memory. He had stood over his sister as their parents' blood had bled crimson on the ground before them and some had even splattered onto Haestine as he tried to be brave for his sister as their parents had fought of the Kronador.
They had won the fight, but at a cost of their lives. However thy had not died in front of their pups, they had went off to die out of view, and the bloodied view of their bodies limping off painfully into the dark was the last one the teenager had of them. And that was where his deep rooted fear of Kronadors came from, and which is also why he was so protective of his sister. He wanted to live up to his paretns' bravery, not only in their memory but also because he didn't want the same fate to befall him and his sister.
During these memories, Haestine had sat down, tail curled around his paws, and he had grown distant from the group for a few miuntes, his eyes darker and his body hunched slightly both in anger and the memories.
Shaking his head slightly, he managed to get his mind off of it at least for the time being. There was a lot of pain in memories, and the burnt rose male did not like to relive or dwell in them.