Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

Ashlar winced as the other wolf confidently broke through the silence, and instinctually hunched more for a moment.  The boy was bad at conversation on any given day; when faced with this intimidating beast, his tongue was practically welded.  At length he managed to melt the binding, but it was a rough and shoddy job.

I.... I just....  First he wanted to cry, then run, then disappear.  He felt the panic like a rising wave within his chest.  It threatened to crash over, overwhelm and carry him spinning from this place.  But he remembered his breaths, and the timing mama taught him.  In.  Out.  In.  Out.

I was wondering h...how to join.  He managed just the one sentence, but he did rise a bit, and glance at the man before him.  He was greatly intimidating, standing at a height far above the spindly boy and with a power of presence Ashlar could never hope to match.