Oh no. Oh no, no, noooo, no no. He had missed his target. Crap! Instead of hitting the brash, annoying one-eyed Archer he had accidentally made contact with the girl below. Panic consumed him as he stared wide-eyed at the ledge, unsure of what to do. Did he run?! No, that would make him look even more guilty. Had anyone but Odin and the newcomer seen what had happened? Could he pin the whole thing on the ebony yearling? Why wouldn’t they believe the monadnock prince? He was so sweet; so innocent. He would never purposely throw something at a new pack member. Noooo way!
His ears twitched as Odin called out to the young girl, pestering her even more. Hesitantly the boy shuffled forward, a frown cutting across his dark features as he peered over the ledge. “”M sorry!” He mumbled sheepishly as his ears fell flat against his skull, his stomach pressed against the soft stone. Poor girl—she looked utterly terrified! Way to go, doofus, he thought grumpily to himself, a line of concern forming between his pinched brows. “Y’okay? Y’can throw it at me if y’want.” He didn’t know if it would help but it was worth a shot. “Or y’can throw it at him. Aim f’the forehead,” He whispered with a sharp wink in hopes that he could redeem himself.