Stone Circle ACT I, SCENE III

The snarl of another alerted him, if not for their thundering paws.

Turning, Ikaros threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the weighted attack.

With fur puffed and tail raised the boy faced the packwolf with an aggressive demeanor, eager to seem bigger. His pale blue eyes- striking in appearance against the darkened air sought to lock with slate. No hatred nor anger would be found there, only fear and uncertainty.  

"I don't want to hurt you-" Ikaros hissed softly through clenched teeth, worried a louder voice may draw others closer.