Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

He could feel how ashamed she was of him, and it burned in his soul creating a shockwave of grief and pain through him that mirrored the sensation he'd felt earlier, when his mother had grabbed him by the back of the neck. She didn't apologize; she merely patronized him, and reached out to touch him with care. Now? After nearly killing him and making him so petrified that he'd pissed himself? Now she was going to be gentle with him? No. He wouldn't allow her that satisfaction.

He snapped at her, his teeth clacking together in the air- she'd managed to pull back just quickly enough to avoid being bitten, and he realized yet again that he'd failed. Using the breadth of space he'd created, he scrambled to his feet and bolted, slipping slightly at first in the muddy dirt beneath his feet, and dashed off into the Copse, blundering blindly through the undergrowth to stow himself away in his old den, far away from the Rendez-vous site and everyone else.