Golden Glade sober

His father stopped immediately when Hawthorn showed signs of discomfort and his paws - those instruments of torture - fell to either side of him. Still, the boy was scared. In his mind, while the large wolf had stopped his torture, he had now imprisoned him between those large mountain-like paws and if anything, he was even more scared than he'd been a moment ago. Words poured from the man's mouth, but neither could he hear clearly nor understood, and so he shot his father a glare, fierce but mixed with fear and tilted his head back to wail as loudly as he could.

When the male leaned down he screamed even louder until his father began to softly groom him. Then, and only then, did he tone down on his cries. However, Hawthorn was still stiff, and when he met his father's eyes, he narrowed his eyes and shot him another one of his famous fierce glares.