Duskfire Glacier free of questions

Not only had the stranger told him to calm down but, immediately thereafter, he’d patted the child—what? Aningan’s fur bristled and he took several steps back, removing himself from within reaching distance of the older male; he was an Apaata, after all, stubborn and not so easily controlled by those he had no respect for. He did not want to be touched, nor did he see any reason as to why he would be—who went around tapping children they didn’t even know? Was that a thing? He certainly hoped not.

“No one’s watching me,” he shot back. “I don’t need to be watched.” Life wouldn’t be an adventure if he had someone constantly breathing down his neck. Besides, no one ever bothered to watch after the eldest boy—they either didn’t care or didn’t think him to need a shadow.