“And when i felt his limp, dark body fall from my jaws into the sea, i stared down at the scarlet-turned water. His green eyes blinked open, staring up at me. I turned away, my pads aching from walking on the hard surface. As i licked the blood from my lips, i realized i didn’t regret killing my brother, but i did regret not doing more to stop him before it got too far.” -Featherheart’s monolouge

Dappleshine (left) and brindlewish (right)