Snippet #2655502

Rooke was shuttering, flinching at Puki's touch. He looked up to her, seeing she was afraid as well. His head jerked back hearing the gun shot, and he even let out a little yelp. He watched Tyson get shot, rip out a mans throat, and finally shoot a man in the head. His eyes were wide, and his jaw was clenched. He had run out of tears so he was just hiccupping, wincing at every movement of his lungs, and shaking. When Tyson walked over to them Rooke tried his best not to take a step away. Noticing the blood lust leaving the older males eyes he instantly started to calm down. He listened to Tysons words, and when Rooke was picked up he instantly hugged tightly onto Tyson with his good arm, making sure not to hurt him. Rooke couldn't help but nuzzle is face into Ty's neck. "I-I'm so-sorry... I d-didn't mean t-to c-c-c....Cause so much troub-ble..." The hiccups made it hard for him to talk without stuttering. "I-I thought that may-ybe I could h-help, instead of being usele-ess like I always a-am..."

His lip quivered as he looked in back of them, staring at all the dead bodies. He shrunk more against Tyson, his injured wing helplessly hanging out to the side. "I can't p-put my wings back in... They-ey're to injured," He mumbled, feeling stupid for getting so hurt. He looked at Tysons shoulder, frowning as he sniffled, trying to wipe away some sap on his cheek. At first he reached out to check Ty's wound with his right arm, but quickly returned it back to his chest, not wanting to movie it. Instead he looped his arm around Tysons neck and softly pushed his shirt off his shoulder, seeing the bullet had blown all the way through. "We'll need someone to h-help you with your shoulder, Tyson...." He gave Ty a tiny smile, trying to make himself feel less stupid. He moved Tysons shirt back, and then leaned back to look at the blood on his face. Rooke frowned, then pursed his lips. Grabbing onto the front of Tysons shirt with this bad arm Rooke managed to pivot around enough to grab the duffle bag, which was on his back still. He rummaged around blindly before pulling out the blanket he had taken from the cabin. Looking at it he gave a tiny shrug with his good shoulder before reaching over and starting to wipe the blood off of Tysons mouth. "Don't tell the others how I fell.... Just tell them I saw the camp and got beat up or something... It's too embarrassing telling them I wasn't paying attention and a bird hit my shoulder," He mumbled, blushing and frowning a bit.