Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

He felt, then heard Atshen's rage, the snarl echoing in the empty forest. He stopped in his tracks, ears tilted back to hear the crunching snow beneath the boy's paws. He sighed; he was disappointed by him. He had half expected Atshen to learn from the battle. But it seemed that for this son of Nemesis, learning would take a while.

His hind leg raised and shot back, hoping to hit Atshen squarely in the face, or neck, or chest — wherever. He was no longer interested in humoring the molten-eyed boy.