The Tan fur of his back ridge started to raise in a cold prickling feeling, that quickly started to flood and take grasp around the cub. Pointed glyphed ruby eyes widened as the gems of his gaze started to flood with tears.

What was this cub claiming?! He was a monster? He didn't feel like monster...

Tiny body hunched closer to the ground, and as the other cub shifted and roared. The Tan cub's body flinched downward once more. His red wings flared slightly out in a sprawled point.

His head slowly shifted and rose as his watered ruby eyes watched as the cub flapped and darted off. Wait! He was leaving?!

It was then that the sudden reliation of what being 'alone' was like. He didn't like the feeling it was heavy and empty-and what was worse was that there would be no one to help him when the leather wings came!

"Wh-ait! D-Dont go!" The little cub cried. A desperate squeak left his maw, shaky paws started to cause him to raise. He was alarmed and shakened, by being called a monster-but being alone-just seemed like a worse fate then that. He didn't want to be left alone, he didn't want to be all by himself left to be a monster.

"I'm n-not a monster!" The cub squeaked stumbling forward, he felt something desperate inside him-wanting the other cub to know that he wasn't a monster!

Little claws gripped the rock halting himself from falling past the edge of the floating rook.

"Heeeeeeeey!"