For the most part, Hide was quiet and compliant, even as he was bandaged up. He tried his best to only focus on what Kiara had been saying. She had apologized and he was a bit confused as to why, but he merely went along with it and nodded his head lightly. But he was having a terrible time ignoring what was going on in the other room.
In his minds eye, he could easily envision his most favorite place in the world. Though Kiara had said something about running, he couldn't quite bring himself to think of that as a happy place unless others were there with him. The forest felt lonely without anyone else, he didn't like it. But quickly, his mind began to wander towards something else that he found most peaceful. Home. Not the apartment home, no, the house they had lived in previously. He could clearly remember his bed, his books, his pillow, and most of all is favorite blanket that one of the other members had knitted for him when he was still small. That blanket had brought him so much comfort when he was little and even more when he was older, too. He had practically brought it everywhere with him for such a long time, it was a raggedy old thing by the time it was turned to ashes in the fire.
He pushed his thoughts away from the fire though and focused on the blanket. Or well, he tried too. But then Adrian appeared in the room and got just a bit too close for Hide's personal taste in his wounded state. His attempts to ignore what was going on in the other room failed and any peaceful thoughts he had slipped right out the window as the image of his blanket became dotted in red. Such violent words against someone who had not even done anything more than check on him, he wanted to snarl and growl. And though he knew they were just worried and looking out for him, it felt like it was just a bit too much, especially for that poor girl. Anger did not often find itself in Hide, but when it did, it tended to be rather nasty.
Suddenly Hide's eyes open wide as a low snarl escapes his throat, he attempts to jerk his head away from Kiara's hand, trying to sit upright much despite his broken ribs. Blood quickly started to roll past his lips as he did so, but he was far too busy baring his fangs at Adrian to care, it seemed. His voice was hoarse and laced with pain, fresh tears even stung at his eyes.
"I do not care about 'vengeance' right now. I care more about innocent blood being spilled, I care more for how badly that girl is being treated when she did nothing wrong. She did not attack me, she did nothing more than check on me. I felt her worry, her panic. She is innocent in my attack! Did no one think to ask me who or what attacked?! Apologize." He stared intently at Adrian, who was now currently the focus of his anger. Hide never appeared as much of a fighter, merely because he was just did not care enough to fight for a position. He could have easily been beta, or even a protector if he wanted. But he didn't want rank, he did not want the responsibility that they entailed. But when he was angry, things like rank and position did not matter any longer, everyone turned into just another wolf among the group until he calmed down and returned to his senses.
"Apologize. To her." He rumbles out again, in a low, warning tone. While it was more of an order, it was hard to tell if he would leap and attack or not. BUT, it did not matter. Within a few seconds of his words, his eyes close and he topples right back down onto the table with a thud. He was panting rather roughly, but it was clear he was done arguing.
In his minds eye, he could easily envision his most favorite place in the world. Though Kiara had said something about running, he couldn't quite bring himself to think of that as a happy place unless others were there with him. The forest felt lonely without anyone else, he didn't like it. But quickly, his mind began to wander towards something else that he found most peaceful. Home. Not the apartment home, no, the house they had lived in previously. He could clearly remember his bed, his books, his pillow, and most of all is favorite blanket that one of the other members had knitted for him when he was still small. That blanket had brought him so much comfort when he was little and even more when he was older, too. He had practically brought it everywhere with him for such a long time, it was a raggedy old thing by the time it was turned to ashes in the fire.
He pushed his thoughts away from the fire though and focused on the blanket. Or well, he tried too. But then Adrian appeared in the room and got just a bit too close for Hide's personal taste in his wounded state. His attempts to ignore what was going on in the other room failed and any peaceful thoughts he had slipped right out the window as the image of his blanket became dotted in red. Such violent words against someone who had not even done anything more than check on him, he wanted to snarl and growl. And though he knew they were just worried and looking out for him, it felt like it was just a bit too much, especially for that poor girl. Anger did not often find itself in Hide, but when it did, it tended to be rather nasty.
Suddenly Hide's eyes open wide as a low snarl escapes his throat, he attempts to jerk his head away from Kiara's hand, trying to sit upright much despite his broken ribs. Blood quickly started to roll past his lips as he did so, but he was far too busy baring his fangs at Adrian to care, it seemed. His voice was hoarse and laced with pain, fresh tears even stung at his eyes.
"I do not care about 'vengeance' right now. I care more about innocent blood being spilled, I care more for how badly that girl is being treated when she did nothing wrong. She did not attack me, she did nothing more than check on me. I felt her worry, her panic. She is innocent in my attack! Did no one think to ask me who or what attacked?! Apologize." He stared intently at Adrian, who was now currently the focus of his anger. Hide never appeared as much of a fighter, merely because he was just did not care enough to fight for a position. He could have easily been beta, or even a protector if he wanted. But he didn't want rank, he did not want the responsibility that they entailed. But when he was angry, things like rank and position did not matter any longer, everyone turned into just another wolf among the group until he calmed down and returned to his senses.
"Apologize. To her." He rumbles out again, in a low, warning tone. While it was more of an order, it was hard to tell if he would leap and attack or not. BUT, it did not matter. Within a few seconds of his words, his eyes close and he topples right back down onto the table with a thud. He was panting rather roughly, but it was clear he was done arguing.