Bramblepoint the great hereafter

This wasn't the kind of fun he was used to. This wasn't even a little fun - it was scary! He was scared! And as the boy filled with adrenaline and felt his pain receptors alerting him to the obvious danger of a wolf holding his neck, he managed to barrell free and go careening through the wood. Titmouse did not look back; he sought out Lagan as quickly as he could - or planned to - and headed in the totally wrong direction.