He had hurt them. He had hurt them badly.

His eyes stung as the temptation to cry was growing but he resisted it, he didn't want to cry. He had already ran for quite a while. From the Typhoon, through the loner lands, and now his paws went through the dry sand that belonged to the Pitt. Somewhere he didn't ever expect to return to although, there was a single reason he had came here or rather someone that only came to his mind when he had been trying to figure out where to go. Aine, his friend, plagued his mind. His burns and body began to ache, he found the place near the border where he'd always meet with Aine only to topple over with a grunt leaving his maw. It was dark out, the moon shining above him. His gaze locked onto it remembering how he had hurt his own moon, he gritted his teeth in frustration to himself as he laid there in the cold sand. A single tear rolling off his face and dripping onto the sand below him, his eyes looking downwards. The flames had stopped lapping at his jaws but the dryness of his throat lingered, it had burned the insides of his mouth and now blood dripped from both slightly parted jaws and his nose.

His anger having died down in the moment that he had bolted away, he hid his face in his paws for a moment only to let his paws slip onto his maw and dig his claws in for a moment. He hadn't meant to hurt Brandy or Eulia, another tear slipped down his chin and he wiped away at it with frustration. He would rise to his paws even though his body ached horribly, his legs wobbling in the slightest but he wouldn't sit there. No, he had business to attend to. He cleared his throat only to call out with his teeth bared, the blood dripping eagerly from his jaws "Kydobi! Aine! Gael!" Those were the faces he recognized the most and well, Sweeney's too but no fuckin way was he going to call out to her. He took a soft breath feeling that familiar heat in his chest die down for the moment, he was sure that the fire within him would awaken if Caesar even showed his uglyass upon his call. Michael had taught him how to fight a bit so Trygve would put up a fight if need be. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

There she was.

There was that faint flutter in his chest and his gaze softened at the sight of her though he took a step back realizing she was... Well, different from the last time she had seen her. She had hooves now and a pair of wings, she was still gorgeous nonetheless in his eyes as a weak smile would tug gingerly at the edge of his mouth. He was more distracted with her rather than the situation at hand though her questions finally got to him, Trygve frowning once more as he would speak with his ears pressed against his head "Aine, I did something really horrid... I didn't mean to do it and it was my fault but..." There was hesitance within his voice as he parted his jaws once more more ignoring the blood that dripped from his maw and nose, his eyes locked onto her. What if she would hate him for what he did? He hadn't meant to lose control and attack his loved ones, that had been the last thing that he'd ever do. Yet Brandykit had said things that had set him off, it was stupid in a sense but he just couldn't let the other say such untrue things about his friend. One he cared deeply about. "My cousin said shit that pissed me off... Untrue shit... Saying you're bad but you aren't... You're the exact opposite... You're good... Kind... And my friend," He stumbled slightly on his words though his gaze never left hers.

"Are-are you bleeding?"

Right, that would definitely be something that he had to bring up and he continued to wear a frown on his face with a light shake of his head. "Yes... I'm bleeding," He brought up a paw to wipe away at the blood though he added rather quickly with a faint sheepish grin "But I'm fine, I promise!" Though there reunion was interrupted by the same bastard who had done such the last time, a frown forming on his maw and pressed his ears against his skull. The heat returning to his chest as he gritted his teeth, his gaze narrowed into dangerous slits when the larger feline had decided to push Aine. A few dark purple mixed with magenta flames slowly leaving his maw and danced around his lips, he winced slightly at the pain he was enduring but he wasn't going to let anyone say or do something wrong to Aine again. He was determined. "Didn't I bruise your shitty ego enough?" He retorted back, his eyes locking onto the other's tail, hm, he should probably finish what he started. He managed to duck away in time from the swat though it had cut at his ear, he hissed. The flames built up as he then rolled away aiming to take Caesar's tail within his fiery jaws and if he managed to do that would he attempt to twist it before he tried to rip it right off of the owner. Though Trygve Roux didn't plan on just doing that as he was tugging, he had pulled his hind legs upwards to his belly only to push them down at such a full force in an attempt to break the bones in Caesar's hind leg.

He moved away quickly seeing a dark figure approach, it was Kydobi. The flames that danced around his jaws finally dying down and Trygve coughed up a bit of blood, it had hurt so much but it had all been for Aine. His tufted ears pressed against his head as he stumbled back a few more steps feeling just a bit lightheaded from losing blood, he lifted his paw up to wipe away at the blood only to heave out a sigh. He'd have to thank Michael later for teaching him how to hold his own although, that would be a while since he wouldn't be returning to the Typhoon anytime soon unfortunately. That's why he was here at the dead of the night within Pittian lands, he could've ran to an ally group but then his family would know of his whereabouts. That and he didn't know anyone else within those other clans not personally like Aine, she made him feel safe. So, he figured that he should come. Maybe she'd help him with his problem? He was uncertain but he could only hope as blood continued to trickle from his chin.

It wasn't long before Gael arrived at the scene as well, the draconic cub huffing a bit. Oh yeah, Caesar was definitely going to get it. Trygve would sit down wincing at the taste of burnt flesh and metal that currently had taken over within his maw and chest, the fires had died down though he could still feel them there lingering just in case, Caesar would try to fight back. His tufted ears pinned against his cranium and a low growl would escape him. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

What in the hell had Silver just stumbled into? No matter how he tried to make heads or tails of the situation before him, he just couldn't. He had known that Caesar was a grade a prick, but to try and attack a child again? And to lash out at their ardent? It was absolute chaos, and it made the fox sick to his stomach as he approached the scene, hesitant in his step. He didn't want to get involved in the fighting, but Aine and the Typhoon child were present, and he couldn't let them get hurt. Not if he ever wanted his family to be proud when he returned to them one day. So, Silvertides quickly slunk over, aiming to put himself between Caesar and that crowd, and Aine and Trygve. A snarl leaving the usually patient and kind vulpine, he lashed a paw out, attempting to rake his claws over Caesar's head if he thrashed close. He did not enjoy violence in any capacity, but Caesar had evidently done enough to piss off even Gael. The green and white fox had his doubts that Caesar would even be around much longer, whether it be because of death or exile. However, the fox did know that if Kydobi allowed the demon to stay even after this incident? A lot of respect between the two of them would be lost.

Sighing heavily as he watched the situation in front of him, Silver instead decided to turn backwards, glancing at both Aine and Trygve. Aine appeared to be okay at the very least, having only been lightly shoved by Caesar, but Trygve... he didn't look good. Frown tugging at his muzzle, Silver took a step towards the Typhoon cub, hunkering down before he spoke, "Hello there... did I hear your name is Trygve? I think I might know you, actually. Your brother told me a lot about you..." Roan had kept mostly silent on what his home life was like while he was within the Pitt, but Silver had managed to get him to open up enough to share occasionally. Most often, Roan had chosen to focus on his new younger siblings, figuring them to be a subject that wouldn't bring him any strife. Trygve had been brought up several times during these little talks, usually called a troublemaker and a spitfire even as Roan had an amused and proud look on his face. Silvertides waited a moment before he continued, looking down at Ry's wounds and grimacing, "I don't have a lot of medical training, but I've got a little. Maybe when this has finally calmed down, I could check out your wounds? You don't want anything to get infected..." He was aware that the boy probably represented some kind of threat to him right now in his current state, but Silver found that he didn't really care. Trygve needed help, and considering how Roan had spoken so highly of him, and how Aine was looking over him with concern... Silver would be happy to provide that help.