Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

Stirring from the mouth of the den drew the Spiderling’s attention from the ceiling and towards the entance. Flipping quickly from his back to bell, the child’s molten gaze soon met with the figure of the one he loathed the most. Quickly, his dark ears flattened and his eyes blared.

“Anik,” he rumbled deeply, his tail lashing as he pushed himself to a stand. This was his time to be alone and nobody was going to ruin that for him. Especially not Abraxas.