Simeon
Once Darrius woke from Malcolm's sleeping spell, he was going to be pissed. I shook my head not wanting to be in the middle of that fight but watching from the sidelines would be entertaining. Both of them argued constantly when we were growing up and I was always trying to keep the peace.
But not this time. Now I had more important things to handle.
I rounded the corner to Darrius' chambers to check on Avery. Tinder arched his back, his tail fluffed out.
"Hey, guy, it's me." I squatted down offering my hand for him to sniff. "Where have you been hiding?" I asked, glancing out the nearby narrow window as two golden leaves drifted on the wind. "The gardens are starting to look withered and wilted."
He approached me walking sideways with his black fur standing on end. Before I could say anything to calm him, Tinder hissed. His green eyes darted to something behind me.