Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

When his demands had not been met, Atshen snapped. It overcame him suddenly as he began to head a pounding in his ears. A snarl rippled from him easily as the other Spiderling made his claim.

Without much more warning, Atshen lunged forward suddenly. Clearing the distance between them quickly, as his vision turned red, Atshen lunged one final time with his jaws parted, hoping the land a blow to his brother’s stupid face.