Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

With Abraxas’ shoulder still fresh in his mouth, Atshen soon felt the razor-sharp fangs of his brother close down around his snout. Despite his pain, the Spiderling refused to let go. Instead, he bit down harder in an attempt to cause serious damage. The raven-haired child wanted nothing more than to show his brother who truly was in charge around the family den, aside from Mother, of course.