Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

He had the boy's attention then. Without a pause, the boy sprung towards him. Brash, impulsive, without strategy, just like his mother. He would have to rectify this as soon as possible, starting now.

He leapt out of the way, leaving the boy to pounce into snow. His paw raised, ready to slam down on the boy's back, pushing him down if he was given the chance.