Blackfeather Woods and late in a star's life -- it begins to explode

He felt no comfort in this wolf's presence. His eyes narrowed and he glowered at the dark male's insistence at coming toward him and being near. It — and all the queer feelings that he had stirred in the boy's gut out on the meadow — had the longer wisps of fur on his nape stiffening into quills. The boy might have fled then but these were his woods and that emboldened him, even though he had witnessed an attack on his brother among these trees and knew the forest not to be impenetrable by danger. There was also the electric thrill of being near to scary.

Euron lifted a forepaw and let it hang for just a moment before he took several unfaltering steps toward Iliksis rather than backward as he originally thought to do. "You are afraid." He stated. His smooth voice was low, and it was starting to pick up a bit of gravel as he aged. "You are making excuses." His silver and indigo eyes fixed brazenly on the other wolf's striking yellow and his ears flung forwards in challenge. His uncertain and flighty composure had been replaced with a bold and daring one.