Blackfeather Woods I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Had the cave been worth it? Perhaps, if only to end his servitude, however minimal, and satisfy his curiosity.  It was not as exciting as his mind, fevered with curiosity and excitement,  had made it out to be. Rather, it gave him a rather unsettling feeling. 

This, coupled with his nervousness directed at Xan, peaked when he suddenly found himself pinned against the stone floor. He barely considered the shreik of surprise and fear that left his throat, instead dictated by instinct to strike back. He was bigger now, then the first time Xan had pinned him, and he fought with more vemour. He attempted to latch his sharp teeth on any bit of Xan that prevented itself, to bite until Xan let go. If he so could, that is. He wanted out. That he knew.