Blackfeather Woods blood ran cold

His ears flattened on his skull and he frowned with disappointment. He didn't want to go back home at all. He wished to stay here where he wouldn't be a target. To go back home would be a death sentence. He stood up straighter when Burke spoke to Xan. Why did he have to be so cruel to youngsters? It just didn't make since to him.

His mouth ever so slightly turned into a snarl, too small to be noticeable. It was concealed quickly though. "Why are you blaming me for something my mother and father did?!" It seemed lately that everyone wanted to blame him for crimes he didn't commit. He dug one paw into the earth below with frustration and disappointment. "Don't make me go back! I can't go back! I want to be loyal to you not them. I'll prove myself worthy, you'll see! I won't be a problem. I can learn to hunt and fight." He took his paw from the ground, shaking the dirt off.  "Please. I'm nothing but a target there. I already got attacked for something my mother did. I just want to start over. I don't want to be living in my mom and dad's shadows."