Blackfeather Woods Reading between text

The boy pulled back, so did Rowan.
He was readying himself for defense when the bark came.
He glared at the other, his almost golden eyes speaking levels of confusion and anger.
"Why'd you attack me!" His words were hot and angry, pain throbbing along his undersides.

Who was this kid? Where'd he come from?
"Who are you?" His ears lay flat, muzzle half crumpled in anger and hate. These were his woods and this kid couldn't go around doing what he liked. Especially beating up someone without reason.
Void, sleek and pointed, floated down a few feet away. Watching, it seemed. Rowan knew they wouldn't involve themselves with lupine quarrels, but they sure as hell talked about them.