Blackfeather Woods I can leave my back to my allies as I fight

Short post, ahhhh. Sorry! x.x;;

The anger he felt only seemed to grow with each step taken, the strong emotion overwhelming him. He could feel his skin burning beneath his thick coat, an oddity given the cool weather. He’d yet to realize that it wasn’t truly heat he was feeling, but his anger attempting to let itself out. His skin crawled and burned, and he itched to tear into something. Somehow, someway, he’d managed to contain such impulses and kept himself from lashing out at whatever was closest to him—an unsuspecting tree, perhaps. Still, it did not dull what he was feeling. Eventually, he started to hear a thumping sound in his ears. It was loud but rhythmic, constant and evenly spaced. He didn’t know that he was hearing the blood rushing through his veins, nor that the constant beat was his own heart. No, the only thing he knew was that it’d ended up blocking out all other sounds, leaving him virtually deaf as he trampled through the dark woods.

Even his vision seemed to dim, having become blinded by unshed rage. He hadn’t heard or seen Nemesis approach, but her voice was able to snap him out of his dangerous state. Not entirely, of course, but just enough to have him seeing and hearing correctly once more. Due to that, it took a second to process her query, but once he had he shot her a look. “Nowhere,” the boy answered, voice low and tone dry. Alexander stopped dead in his tracks right then, eyes remaining on the dark woman. “Where are you off to?” Xan’s gaze narrowed, the suspicion he felt easily readable from his eyes alone. He couldn’t think of a reason as to why she would seek him out, or approach him if she’d happened across him at random. The wolves of Blackfeather weren’t supposed to care about emotions and stuff, right? Try as he might, but he couldn’t think of any logical reasoning for Nem concerning herself with his actions.