(A/n: I'm so happy about the reviews well one of them the other was kind of strange thank you okay story time)
The NightWing leapt back, his black wings wide open. The silver scales on the undersides of his wings gleamed like stars. Thorn leapt at him, holding him to the ground and pressing the side of her poisonous tail tip to his throat, ready to swipe it across if he made one wrong move.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
He struggled under her grip, and Armadillo helped her keep him down.
"Answer me," Thorn snarled, pushing her tail deeper.
"I-I-I'm n-no th-th-threa-threat," he stammered.
"What is a NightWing doing in the desert?" Thorn released her grip slightly. When he didn't answer, she tightened it.
"H-h-h-help-helping my tr-tribe," the Nightwing said.
"Armadillo, off," Thorn ordered. The other SandWing stepped back, but he kept his tail raised threateningly and stood close enough to strike, all his muscles tense.
"How are you helping your tribe?" Thorn hissed, blowing out a puff of smoke at his face.