Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

Despite the sudden surge of adrenalin coursing through his veins, his sides began to burn in agony. The frigid temperature of the dark forest stung the fresh wounds, making it hard for the boy to breath. Still, he came at her all the same, managing to tear the flesh at the ruined side of her muzzle. The victory was short-lived, however, as she pulled back and finally let out a call for her pack. Redshank froze, eyes widening in the first show of true fear since he had set foot in her packlands. No.

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed through clenched teeth as her shrieking voice echoed throughout the trees. He threw a quick, sweeping glance around the area, chest heaving from both exertion, pain, and now...terror. Suddenly she was coming at him again with a renewed fury, blood staining her youthful features. Redshank barely had time to react. Claws raked across the center of his face, only just missing his eyes by inches but leaving deep lacerations between them. He backed away with a yowl, pawing at the gashes which only served to aggravate them and spill more blood onto the snowy forest floor.