Whitebark Stream You're Too Young For a Broken Mind

A sound cut through his haze, a snarl, a sign of aggression. Kekoa was far too skittish in his state not to react. He turned his head to the source of the sound. An unclear sight - shades of blonde and gold mixing together, mocking him, waiting for him to make something of them.

He would not tolerate such disrespect, not when he had come so far.

His stance tensing at his legs, the boy let out a growl. Eyes rabid, mouth nearly foaming, he was unaware of just how unkempt he appeared.

"I do not fear you."

His words were simple - a challenge, a clear statement.