Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

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Lips curled back and the glistening of teeth caught his attention, the warning understood but not reacted towards. His fur refused to smooth back out, having bristled even more instead, creating a lengthy fohawk that ran down his spine. His own lips twitched, an internal struggle taking place, though nothing came out of it. The yearling’s expression remained neutral, for the most part, riddled just faintly by an equal amount of hesitance and irritation. A threat made an attempt at scurrying out of his mouth, but he swallowed it down quicker than it could escape, knowing that it would do him no good; there were fewer wolves on his side than there had ever been within the woods, leaving him outmatched and at risk. Despite the many temptations, the urges to stand his ground, he held off on doing so and settled for pulling his ears back.

Caught in his lie, his body grew rigid, every muscle tensed with either anticipation or frustration. The possibility that Kendra might have spoken with the woman before had never crossed his mind until then—but had she really? Peculiar eyes narrowed and the corners of his maw turned downwards, disliking the thought, as well as the situation that he was in. Everything seemed to worsen the longer he was there, a theory supported by the command he was given—or, more specifically, the way in which it was delivered. “I didn’t lie,” he forced out, unable to save himself. To Xan, what had been said was the truth. Kendra was nice and usually fairly social, so of course she would show kindness towards others. That, in his mind, didn’t mean that she actually liked them—it couldn’t! The child bugged her, he was certain of it, but knew that she wouldn’t say anything on her own.

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