CASTLE / typhoon cub

[silvertides ;]

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.