(Naw, it's fine.)(Claw)
Petal gazed at him, sadness clouding her eyes. She wanted so bad to say something, anything, to comfort him. But she realized that it wouldn't matter; he didn't trust her anymore, and probably never would again. She finally dipped her head, her eyes solemn. "Yes, leader," she clucked quietly, turning and walking away.
(Sorry... I guess I've been neglecting this roleplay recently...)
Goldenfeather watched her go, then, once she, and most of the flock, was out of earshot, he turned away. "Tiny, I would like to speak to you." He called in her direction.