Breezepelt had witnessed too much. Despite your insistence on venturing out to hunt without his knowledge, he had secretly shadowed you to ensure your safety. Now, as you bore a bruised leg, he couldn't contain his frustration any longer. With a hiss, he leaped towards you, his tail swaying slowly behind him.

"This marks the third occasion! These 'adventures' must cease. Do you truly expect me to remain in the Clan, pretending your absences are ordinary, while you risk injury?"