Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Wolf skull.

he stalked into the cave on silent paws, and in his mind there burned an anger, one totally unlike him, yet brought on by his brother's own, and the wounds that decorated him stood testament to his brother's fangs. He saw her soon, the one his mother had taken ever since he had accosted her on the borders. 

Abruptly his expression dropped, face monotonous and cruel. "Bow." A command laced with venom, as he slipped form the shadows to stare at her, gaze unrelenting as he expected her to obey, and obey quickly. His stillness, his expressionlessness, hinted at an interior so very unlike that of a child it was alarming.