Cragan swallowed. He hadn't expected to incite such an outburst. Wait, he is a spy? He'd been expecting the Wetlander to at least attempt to clear himself, give some weak, ambiguous excuse. He wasn't particularly fond of the Wetlanders but he would have at least given him a chance. But even though it was to his disadvantage, Spruce's guilty plea seemed to be a lie.Spruce felt embarrassed. He didn't even think about that part. How would he have even been able to drag the prey all the way back? He knew he made a grave mistake. He was getting the feeling Cragan didn't want Spruce in the tribe, and now he just gave him the perfect reason to get him kicked out of the thunder. He was starting to regret his decision. Really, REALLY, regret his decision. At least I know my sister's alive, so that's ONE reason it was a good decision He thought sorta happily. He looked up at Cragan and saw the look of disdain he gave. He sat there silently trying to think of a reason to strengthen his alibi. He had to think of something quick. He knew that his silence was causing more suspicion. " Fine," he said trying a different strategy " you caught me I'm a spy" he told them. " but just because I 'admitted' it doesn't mean it's true" he started feeling anxious and his legs were trembling. He knew that saying this was either gonna help or make it WAY worse. " I'll only tell you what you want to to hear because that's the only thing you'll believe." he said as he felt he was bout to pass out knowing this could ruin his life... so he gave up on trying to save it." So go ahead, tell the rest of the thunder. You all HATE ME ANYWAY!!!" he yelled. He turned and ran as fast as he could to... actually... he didn't know where. He just knew he wanted to be as far away from any other tyrants as possible. I don't need anyone he thought to himself I'll get my sister and we can leave everybody behind. Tears started pouring down his face as he ran.Because of the wind in his ears as he ran, he couldn't hear if they were calling back to him. He also didn't care even though deep down really he did.
"Sheesh," said Cragan. "I don't actually think he was a spy. But I guess maybe this proves he wanted to leave."Arran grimaced, watching Spruce run off before he could try to diffuse the argument.
“Spruce! Wait..” he called halfheartedly, but the green tyrant didn’t seem to hear.
He turned towards Cragan with an expression of pain and sheepishness on his face. “Did you have to be so harsh?” He asked, but the young tyrant had only been putting voice to the thoughts they both shared. Cragan just didn’t have whatever it was that was stopping Arran from saying his thoughts aloud.
He sighed. “What’re we gonna tell the king?”