Ravensblood Forest Throw Me to the Wolves

As fate would have it Collision would not be left to his own devices for much longer. The newest addition to his life would appear  and there would be an immediate comfort about him, but it was not something that Collision would necessarily condone. Blatantly pleased with himself the boy would bow before him, but it was not a greeting. This was familiar--playful. Collision's ears fell back against his head. 

 "Uh," He would clear his throat and stare at the boy inquisitively, head adjusting to the side leaving him clearly perplexed. Why was this lad so quick to decide Collision was not a threat to him, "What?" As though he had missed the kid saying something Collision continue to stare at him. He found his footing and stood up. His thick tail waivered side to side, but it was not in pleasure--new found was the feeling of uncertainty. Caution. Clearly, this boy had been sheltered to so openly cast away worries.