Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

He stepped into the den, firmly ignoring his brother's foolish display of anger, and slipping into the spot he most occupied with a cool look at his sibling. He was not as foolish as to simply relax and lay down as if everything was great, however, he sat firmly as if claiming his spot for him, and him alone.

his cool gaze flitted away from the molten one of Atshen, but his focus was still on the boy in case of the very likely event in which he would attack.