Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

The older wolf had found himself easily dodging Atshen’s and in turn, the raven-haired child found himself crashing into the snow instead of the stranger. Anger swelled in his belly at this, as the chill of the snow clinged to his underside, and as quickly as he had landed, the child thrashed out of the hold that the snow mound so that he could whip himself forward to face the darker wolf. His stare had melted into a molten mess-- the embers being fueled from his enmity for this stranger.

With the motivation, he sprung once more, aiming for the paw that had been poised to crash upon his back.