Blackfeather Woods want my friend, want my heart’s mend

Rough, choppy words caused his ears to swivel atop an ashen crown, her question causing him to pull ever so slightly away from the inky youth's neck as his mouth parted to answer. "I do not want your forest" he gruffly began, his single functioning eye flickering downwards to stare at the pinned form of the child beneath him. 

Her squirms and verbal protests went largely ignored, for his attention had now latched back upon the paler and hopefully more civilized girl of the pair. "And I do not wish to harm you" he let out, truth woven in every word of the sentence. Shedding the blood of a child was not something he would stomach easily but, should they leave him no choice...well he only hoped it would not come to that.