With a dull and unimpressed sneer, Akira rolled his eyes. Blowing snow-white hair from his crimson eyes. At least the forest was easier to hide in... those Angels surely would have more trouble tracking him here.
Though the odd train of snow-white feathers that moulted from his one remaining wing, due to the stress of the situation would seem to have left a rather humours trail.
He decided to keep his mouth shut from her comment about the weather... it was a dull conversion starts, but it looked like it was heart felt...
Looking up at the sky, as she did. He seemed to have softened, for only a moment. His wing struggling to expand, as it did before, but was stopped by the arm that remand around it.
That gave him the bitter reminder, he was no longer able to fly. With only one wing... he looked like a freak.
"I hate it." He growled bitterly.
He was about to squirm out of her grasp, but was stopped when she mentioned being followed. At first, his heart started to race and the resistance against having his wing expandable grew more so, but calmed down when she defined it wasn't, in fact angels.
"Please.... will you put me down now? we aren't in town... I can walk you know... how do you think I got there in the first place!?"
Still, sounding like a brat, but at the same time, kind of honest and innocent. Since he was only a young angel... hardly had his fully grown wings for 2 years and they get mutilated.