Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

An attempt to get up had yet to be made, essentially pleasing the younger male. His tail raised behind him as ears were shoved forward, a final, silent snarl finding its way past his lips. "You should've just left me alone," he'd stated, glaring downwards at him. "This could've been avoided." It was all he'd said before turning to leave, sparing not another glance in either of the wolves' directions. If nothing, or no one, were to stop him, he'd carry on through the woods until the borders were reached, where he'd then leave for an undetermined amount of time.