Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

Taikon did not like feeling exposed. He did not like the fear the boy was displaying, and he did not have the emotional know-how to bring himself back to reality. The yearling nervously replied, speaking of family. Taikon turned back around from his dark corner by the tree, raising a brow as he questioned the validity of a mother missing a yearling. Part of him realized the youngster was trying to excuse himself to leave. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but something made him feel shame, embarrassed by his own outburst.
He stepped forward, mirroring the boy's steps back. I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're so worried about, Taikon offered. He was so undersocialized from living alone for years that he'd plum forgotten what being young and with a stranger even felt like. Look maybe I shouldn't have.. He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I'm sorry. He stood there, the bloodied mess still about him, looking quite sheepish.
This is what happens when you talk, you idiot, he thought, cursing himself. He could feel self-loathing threatening to creep in. I-I'm Taikon, the white wolf offered again, lowering his head, mouth still bloodied, hoping with a weird desperation to get the boy to stay.