āHey,ā Flame began softly, obviously scared of the otherās reaction. The last meeting didn't go all that well thanks to her. āHi- sorry about our last meeting..? I... I wasnāt thinking straight...ā The golden feline spoke hesitantly. She then decided to bring up his wings. āDo you need a little help with those..?ā Flame remembered having trouble with her feathered wings when she had gotten them. She shifted her own wings nervously. Hopefully, the guard could see them since he has wings too.
āā¦..ā The wings shrank in around the shaking guard, moved more by subconscious thought than any conscious intent. Wide blue eyes watched her from behind speckled feathers, and Mike felt his racing heart climb into his throat again.
W-wasnāt this the creature that had tried to kill him - stalked him from the darkness like he was nothing more than prey - just a few days ago? Why would she want to help him now? Oh, god, this was a trap, wasnāt it..?
āN-nope.ā The night guard lied in a voice that cracked more than he would have liked. āI-Iām f-f-fine, thanksā¦ā
