Blackfeather Woods You ain't seen nothing yet

He made a noise. a snarl, low and malicious,  glare fixed on his arrogant sister. she thought herself so oooo special,  didn't she? he was normally one that  was easy to push around,  yet Atshens attack still stung. in many ways, the boy was decidedly mature and removed, yet he was still a child.

noiselessly,  he leapt at his sister, angry at her and his concern at something his sister found funny. his expression was angry, tiny teeth searching for a grip on her fur, eyes glinting shards of ice.