Blackfeather Woods You ain't seen nothing yet

bonk.

he scowled and flinched back as pain suddenly blossomed against his forehead. he was angry. yet not at only his sister, but himself. how did his mother fight with such a fury, and how did she always get the others to go dead? why could he not fight, and win, with the same strength and grace that his mother had? the thought annoyed him, and with body and pride wounded, he shot a final glare at his sister before sulking off, away to nurse his headache and wounded pride in another, dark part of the wood. 

this encounter may prove to only fuel his independant, lonely nature, bolster his introverted self. by any means, he had no desire to have anything to do with his siblings again today. he was far better of on his own, he decided then. and so, he was quick to slip away, acknowledging his defeat, yet again, by his sister.