Seeing her eyes narrow James looked down. Her quiet voice made a small thrill of fear shoot down his spine but he didn't let it show on his face. He listened to her words, the ever familiar argument and he failed to hold back an exasperated sigh.
"It's always 'Stay within the traps James' or 'It's dangerous outside of the perimeter James' or something else! I don't get to do anything!" he finally snapped. "I get it's a dangerous place out there but Mom, I'm a fighter! Sitting around and keeping me locked up in the hut or shack or where ever we hole up for a few days...I feel like a prisoner."