Starting to sounder like a bad time

As they drive the group back toward the trees, Davey can feel one of the beasts grab at him. It fucking hurt, the only recently healed broken bone causing a ripple through the boy's system. Snarling, he rounds on the beast. Davey bristles. Every part of him standing on end, as the chaos churned around him. This isn't a hunt, it's a fucking war.

All out war, judging by the sounds crashing around him. Davey wasn't pleased, not in the slightest. The large male staring him down, threatening him further. That wouldn't stand. Reckless, unhinged boy with his large, strange axe. Unleashing on the beast, Davey is so incredibly pleased with himself.

"speech"