Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

She was reaching her tipping point-- Atshen could sense it. With a sense of anticipation about him, the child’s fur spiked as adrenaline surged through him. He ignored the words that were spoken and instead listened to the tones that carried the words into the open. There was something about the fury in her voice-- the pure emotion that was delivered-- that hyped him for the impending battle.

Soon enough, it happened.

Leaping after his brother, a snarl rippled from him as he moved. Seeing that Abraxas went for the neck, Atshen dove for lower grounds. Though he would keep an eye on his pale sibling, the child slid past the the confrontation at the front in favor for her rear. He latched on heavily on her tail, tugging furiously in attempt to cause more distress upon this pitiful excuse of a wolf. If he was needed, he would halt his work in favor of assisting his brother-- truly a rarity amongst the siblings.