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

the other stepped back, yet the boy did not rise as the words swelled around him, denouncing him and slicking his ears further back against his skull. i will kill you. the words struck the boy, and he quivered as he stood, eyes wide and fearful, stance low and quivering. Xan had put substance behind his words, and the boy felt fear, and would never challenge the male again, nor would he remain in the woods much longer, throughly spooked.

he attempted to brush past Xan, eyes averted, slipping toward the entrance, and should he be aloud to leave a quivering wreck uncontested, he would reach the entrance and run, away from Xan and the cave and all the he feared.