Blackfeather Woods garden on bones

Though his expression did not shift in turn of Potema's explanation, his voice certainly did. "I understand," he offered, his voice darker. Turning from the pale-haired woman, he focused his attention on the bird and smiled grimly. Then, unexpectedly, he thrust his muzzle forward to grab the creature's throat. With a small snap of its neck, Atshen ended it's life quickly. Blood squirted into the child's mouth, and he relished the sensation. 

Raising his muzzle slowly, Atshen eventually brought his eyes back to Potema, and he smiled. "See? I helped."