Anastas felt his anger die down into a mixture of grief and regret. 'No, no, no. He was badly injured. The other shade's would have killed him...she isn't right...' he tried to push away the scathing and painful truth that she was telling him. None of it could be true, could it?
The Harris hawk met the shade's malevolent gaze with his own, defiantly holding his beak high towards her, even though a creeping shiver ran down his spine, threatening to expose how he truly felt about his scouting companion's death. He wouldn't forgive this stupid shade, this unnecessary evil standing in front of him who dared to threaten them. "Your death must have meant nothing, seeing as no one wanted to spare you from such a fate..."
The Harris hawk met the shade's malevolent gaze with his own, defiantly holding his beak high towards her, even though a creeping shiver ran down his spine, threatening to expose how he truly felt about his scouting companion's death. He wouldn't forgive this stupid shade, this unnecessary evil standing in front of him who dared to threaten them. "Your death must have meant nothing, seeing as no one wanted to spare you from such a fate..."