Blackfeather Woods Something about you turns me to a savage

He didn't get a good grab or anything, but nicked the kid's face well enough to taste blood; the kid was running off after that, retreating so fast Titmouse wasn't sure how to feel. A part of him was so pumped full of adrenaline - another, guilt. But he had defended against the unknown and came out the other side the winner, at least in his mind. There was a moment where the boy thought he was alone, and he took in the strange sensation of the ebbing adrenaline, the desire to chase, and a feeling of being watched. He looked up in time to spot a pair of eyes on him - but he couldn't tell the expression upon the stranger's patchwork face; the wolf turned and vanished after the mouthy creature, and Titmouse decided in haste to make his own escape as well.