Razorback Ridge Burning Hot

If only the rest of his family could see this! Maybe they'd get a sense of how strong he was by bearing witness. If he could do this with a grown man by just tailing after him, maybe growing up and being a warrior wasn't such a bad idea after all! The more he lurked, the more frightened the stranger got, the more powerful Screech felt. If he couldn't been powerful like this versus the Blackfeather wolves --

But that was where his thoughts sort of skipped a beat, like a spindle jumping across a record.

Screech looked at the cowering stranger and realized something beyond his own selfish desires; he saw himself, curled up and crying for mercy within the black pit of dispair that was the Blackfeather forest. How powerful he felt now, but not when he was being targeted, with his injury and his immense fears. He was being no better than them.

Upon realizing this he stumble-stepped, losing his pace and tripping in to a nearby tree; his shoulder connected to the surface and he felt the twinge of pain as he scraped against it. With a wince he turned from the stranger - and without a word, took off.