hate is a strong word but i really really don't like you

He was glad he hadn’t stepped over Abaven’s borders as the sound of approaching paw steps drew him out of his wallowing. A huge white warrior appeared along the edge of the rapids. He was much older than Noir, probably closer to his father’s age, and held many a scar to tell of the battles he had seen. ”What's eating you, kid?" Noir shuffled a paw, certainly not wanting to divulge his innermost thoughts to this stranger. Not when he was sure he’d get in trouble for them.

He avoided Acere’s brilliant ruby gaze as he looked back out over the endless lands outside Abaven. ”Nothin,” He murmured, eyes falling to his paws as he swiped it other the dirt again, creating a tiny cloud of dust as he did so. Noir hoped the big white man would just leave him alone. Normally he wanted attention, craved it in all its forms, but he wanted to be alone with his thoughts right now. They were too confusing and hard.. painful even to speak of so freely.