my energy and attitude don't really coincide \\ joining

[deimos]

The interjection was far from welcome.

Piers' ears flattened, watching the situation escalate. From Atticus trying to man up between sniffles, and Sweeney now getting rough, it made his chest clench up. Why did this happen? Literally, the kid just watched his mother die, did he not? Piers stepped forward, finally, his growing body at least somewhere even in size. He thanked his genes, for that much. "Leave the children alone, Dante." He spoke, flatly, his eyes narrowed and ears pushed forward. The mane on his neck slowly pricked up as he spoke.

"You might have no mother, but he just lost his. Leave it be." Piers knew he couldn't win here. He was booksmart, and barely starting to work on his fightsmarts. There need not be a fight, in this case. And, with that, Piers aimed to push between the two children and Dante. His ocean blue optics, while maybe not threatening, were iron hard in the sense he wouldn't take this bullshit.

"SPEECH"