Duskfire Glacier usurped

nah, thanks for joining! :)

He wanted to be alone; he thought that was clear enough. The only company he welcomed nowadays was his sister, the only family he had left. Everyone else, Hawthorn regarded as traitors and ursurpers. Yes, he might detest his father, and he might resent his mother for leaving and dragging his sister with her, but in his mind, he was still Prince, he was still the son of the two wolves who brought this ragtag bunch of wolves together and first made them into a pack. He was still the heir to this kingdom..it didn't matter if it'd moved..he was still heir, and that was that. 

So, of course Hawthorn was resentful when he heard the unfamiliar voice of the new 'Prince' greet him from behind. He exhaled sharply, bit back the profanities that threatened to spill from his maw. Instead, he heaved his shoulder in large breath and glanced around at the younger boy, now the Prince and heir, and offered him a half smirk and a sardonic bow. "What do you want?" Thorn drawled lazily, dark blue eyes gleaming and contrasting sharply from the shadow of his fur.

Haw knew it wasn't necessarily the boy's fault, but he still couldn't help but feel anger towards him. Well, not anger, but a deep, burning resentment and a feeling of injustice. He wanted to physically topple the boy, which he knew he could, but he resisted the urge. Rather, he waited expectantly for a reason on why the boy disturbed him.