Bearclaw Valley open up your skull, i'll be there

sleeplessness, anxiety, protectiveness, and rage confirmed themselves within ancelin. with single-minded intent he tore from the denfront, smoothly running along the paths he had memorized, the trails he and athalia knew.
thief.
interloper.
threat.
the juggernaut that was ancelin did not stop; in a boil of pine needles and sap-twisted fur, and tangled pelt, and sheer furious madness in his eyes, he slammed into the nearest side of the creature and bit hard into the wrinkles of skin that hung its body.