“What do you mean he’s dead!?” Tanismore roared, gripping the injured adolescent by the shoulders and pinning him against the wall. The storm from earlier had soaked the town and Shorttail’s paws splashed against the large puddle beneath him. The bird tried his best to explain to the knight how Handy had sacrificed himself when trying to save him. Tears streamed down his face at the memory of it, Tanismore was furious. 