Blackfeather Woods Nocturne

His advance was defied by the tot's retort, and he turned to her, his eyes curious as he regarded her. In a normal circumstance, Atshen would have been filled with rage if anybody, let alone a child, would defy him. But, given the questioning condition of the flesh, he would not stop her. Instead, he watched, curious about whether or not the smell had anything to do with the meat.