Imber

"And who the Hell is this?" Judith howled as she approached with Sol's father, Kashell, at her side. The large sea foam-colored Guardian who leaded the small clan huffed upon seeing his only son in the clearing in the presence of an outsider. Sol huddled closer the thorny bushes, his head fins lowered in distress.

Sol could say nothing. He held back a reply to Judith's nasty cry, his mouth shut so tight that the pressure in his jaw was starting to make his head ache.

"State your purpose." Kashell demanded. "Why are you on the our side of the light territory?"

Sol saw his father's eyes scanning over every inch of the young crimson imperial's lean body. The imperial twitched when she managed to look into the leader's pale yellow eyes, the pain in her injured back leg still present, and under Kashell's gaze, she looked horrified.

When she did not reply, Judith burst out another comment on her.

"An imperial... on our side of the land..." She growled, her scornful gaze burning into the juvenile, and her jaw parted to show thick fangs poking through. "An outsider, nonetheless. Look at her eyes! They are fire eyes!"

Kashell swiped his thick whip-like tail slowly in front of his mate to silence her.

"I left my nest for this." Judith breathed out a snort of disgust, and went quiet.

"Tell me your purpose now, or I will have no problem leading you out myself." Kashell's claws dug into the soft earth of the clearing as he approached the imperial, his tail held stiffly straight.

Sol watched as the Imperial only managed to let out a whimper, and when the Mirror saw as his father's claws glinted in the sunlight as he raised a mighty paw, he jumped forward in a single bound, barely nudging his father as he got between them.

"N-no! Father please, this Imperial needs our help! Look at her leg!" Sol gestured with his nose to the festering wound that had been hidden by the Imperial's long pale wings.