Blackfeather Woods oh, hi mark!

Almost instantly, as soon as that toxic word rolled so naturally from his tongue, the duo of adults rounded on him. One stepped toward him and ducked her head to meet his gaze, daring to hover dangerously close to his wild mouth. Venamis bristled immediately, not at all appreciative of her proximity, and pulled his lips back in a fleeting display of fangs to communicate this.

Her threat was an empty one, for he did not believe she'd harm him and doubted she'd even run him from their dark woods. Maegi also issued a warning, one he turned his ears back at, for the mere suggestion of facing his father's firm scolding was enough to silence him.

Still, the boy was not sorry. The pale wolfess had openly disrespected him and he did likewise, so he failed to understand the issue either of them seemed to have. He should respect her purely because she was older? Venamis wrinkled his nose, frosty eyes narrowing as the pair went ahead with their discussion without including him, talking sourly if his sire, and he resorted to judging them silently.