Don't Need Help

------------------------------------------------------ the fear has gripped me but here i go ---------------------------

Another shiver shook his body, and he fluffed up his black and gold coat to try and keep out as much of the cold as possible. He knew that he should probably find cover soon, it was getting colder and colder as more snow began to fall. He had been hiding out in old badger hutches and fox dens, being very careful to poke around for any other warm bodies before he just crawled on in. With a sigh he went to stand up, when he heard a loud shuffling of paws behind him and a loud explanation. His ears twitched backwards as his head slowly turned to look up at the fox coloured woman, blinking several times at the stranger. Words began to pour from her maw, causing his ears to lay flat against his skull. Why did adults talk so much? He didn't say a word to her, his eyes narrowing slightly at her. She had asked if he was lost, and quickly he shook his head back and forth. But still he didn't say anything, shivering against the wind that started to pick up. He didn't trust adults, and why should he? The wolves that were supposed to care for him no matter what left him for dead, and all his young heart knew was rejection and pain. He didn't want anyone knowing him, or getting close to him at all. He was still young, but he didn't think that he could take being left all alone again. He was using his stubborn act of not talking as a defense against everything else out there. But he didn't know how to hide it from his eyes, and the bitter sting of it all reflected in their silver depths, even as he glared at the woman in defiance.

"SPEECH"