Ranger followed him, his hands twirling nervously and sweat dripping down his face.
"Can... I have her back," he asked timidly like it was a question not a statement.

Mark glared at him, and crouched, preparing for action if needed. "No. You cannot." He glanced at Ranger's supply of sleep darts, and made a mental note on it. That would be the first thing to get rid of.

"Come on, give her to me,"he threatened but it sounded more like toddler asking for a toy.

Mark walked forward coldly, and in one swift motion, grabbed for the darts (if he has any more).

(If not, give me a second chance to write this. :3)

Ranger jumped back, bringing the darts out of reach of Mark's hand.
"Stop," he said trying to sound stern but he sounded more like he was complaining.

Mark growled, and shoved Ranger, trying to get him to fall. At least with the darts above Ranger's head, Ranger couldn't exactly throw them.

(Mark has become somewhat mean. That doesn't sound like him, but I guess he does it in desperate times. Aka times when someone he likes/loves/cares about is in trouble.)

"Hey," he said stumbling backwards but not falling yet "stop it!"

"Why? You hurt her. I have no idea what has happened to my sister. Silver is risking her neck inside, and Zephar is facing off Bone. Zev, who I think likes Felicia, is also another one of my problems." Mark huffed, but let off for a second.
"And there is one dangerous thing that keeps you connected with the ones hurting those I care about and you - though you have hurt Sparky. You're under Blister's rule. That, I cannot forgive." He snarled, eye a deep yet lightning sky blue, the colour of his wolf's.

Ping above? ^

Ranger went pale, not really the best with mad people. He gulped and backed away, not wanting to fight "I-I ju-ust sleep-p dar-rted her, tha-at's all," he said nervously his eyes darting side to side.