Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

Atshen did not share his sister’s sentiments, nor had he expected them until she spoke in a rather unexpected purl. Pausing at this, his molten eyes were met with a desire that he had never experienced before and something that caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Despite the red he saw, he knew he had to make sense of what had just been said. Hesitation was apparent in his expression as he froze, unsure what to do next.

“I might want to do very wrong things to you…”

He could not fully comprehend the last part of her sentence, but something within told him it was wrong. Reverting back into his rage at this, Atshen lunged his snout for her again. A snarl ripped from his parted lips as he looked down to her his blazing eyes. “Get lost,” was his warning as his muzzle plunged down to make contact with her chest.