The change in attitude was almost as startling as the original growling, but it came as a relief as well. Lorcan didn't want to be the one that got the kite club thrown out of their meeting place this afternoon, but an angry lion could probably do it. It belonged here, after all -- it could probably go growl at someone important.
"It's okay, I guess no one likes to be hit by a kite," he said in response to the exaggerated gestures, taking them to be a repudiation of the growling and representation of the lion's own alarm as an explanation for that reaction. "But it wouldn't have hurt you -- it's a lot lighter than it looks," he added, and bent to pick up the kite. "See?" he said, hefting it, which sent the dangling wing to swaying.
Lorcan frowned and tried to refold the damaged wing -- it snapped right into place, which surprised Lorcan. He glanced once more at the lion to be sure it wasn't back to growling or curling its claws, then forgot about it for a few moments in trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with the kite, folding and unfolding the wing and putting pressure on it from various angles to test the joints.