Blackfeather Woods Sink in the river the lessons I learned

Finally, he'd stopped moving, and so the Inuit had considered releasing him. Yet, his freedom had soon been prevented by a snarl, a tightening of his grip having taken place instead. It was not hard enough to break the skin, but enough so that his point should be understood. He was currently in charge, and the boy would have to listen to him. It was the only way for him to be sent off on his way, as far as Xan was concerned. Even when the boy had started to shake, he'd not let go, holding tight and without any sympathy for the child. His tail lashed behind him whilst his two front paws were placed on either side of the boy's face. Afterwards, he'd let go, but his muscles remained tensed so that he might be able to spring into action should the other take off again.

Seff's words rang through the albino's ears, eyes further narrowing. "I'm not mean," he'd retorted. "If you would have just listened and stayed out, this wouldn't have happened. It's your own fault you're in this position." As always, he refused to take responsibility for his actions. "Only special wolves are allowed in this cave," he'd added, deciding to boil it down to that for the sake of simplicity. That way, he wouldn't have to explain his actual reason for being there, nor, he hoped, would the kid feel welcomed.