The Foxes | Late Morning | Town Circle
Luke's head whipped wildly between first one brother, than the other, then Lachlan. He had, at this point ,stopped struggling, going limp and letting Teague lift his dead weight. If his brother had still been bound, going limp might have actually been annoying to him, but Luke knew better now. Ineffectual as it was to glare and listen, rage still building in him even as his brother told him to calm down -- really, because Teague had told him to calm down.
And then Lachlan tried to just leave like he could have the last word, and Luke might have had enough of squirming, but he realized, only now, that there was still one thing he could do. Air whipped suddenly around them, fast and hard, before Teague had a chance to tell him no.
"Tomcat," he sneered, trying to direct the air toward Lachlan, hoping it was hard enough to bowl him over. But it was not. Solid as he was, Teague was an excellent windbreaker, and all Luke really succeeded in doing was mussing up Lachlan's hair (and his own) as the gardener retreated.