His lips tightened as he listened to the exchange between the Edge Lords, his mismatched eyes averted to the ground. Askan seemed annoyed that the scouting trip had turned into a party, which immediately made the boy feel guilty. He had promptly excused himself, saying that he remembered he had to do something. He swallowed quietly, his gaze still glued to the ground. Oops. He hadn’t done something to anger the yellow-eyed leader… had he? Or was it between the two males? He hoped for the latter only because he didn’t want to be the reason behind Askan’s bitterness. The last thing he wanted was to get on the wrong side of his grumpy Edge Lords.

He only raised his gaze when Askan took his leave. Sachiel nodded softly to say goodbye before turning his focus to the scarred male, his expression still tight. He nodded once more, a faint smile finally breaking out across his stoic features. Rest. Now that was a good idea. Then he’d seek out Hawthorne to tell her what had happened… although he hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him for going out without her. He uncoiled from the ground and began stalking toward the communal den—but not without a quick wave of his tail in Reyes’ direction. Thanks, he offered, his tone warm before he picked up speed.

Fade.