Blackfeather Woods Reading between text

The adrenaline was starting to ebb away, the pain starting to seep through the clouded veil. His lips writhed up, baring stark at the boy. He wanted to just sink his teeth into his and shake his head until every bone snapped in him.
"I'm a way better fighter than you." Of course, he'd got into a few spots of trouble in the tussle but that was all part of his training.

"I don't ever need to run back to my mommy. She's the Merei​ and I'm trained by Tundra." He can and will look after his damned self. He could do anything in these woods.
So he did.
He made his rolling chirp, hoping that at least Stone would come to sit close.
He didn't stop, but moments later he swooped low between the boys, Rowan glad and overjoyed, but couldn't show his surprise. He kept staring at Ven, emitting a rumbling, low growl. He wasn't about to fuck off.
He could.