Dragoncrest Cliffs do you know where your heart is.

Thur's answer did not bring the relief he was looking for. He did underdstand better why he was asked to commit what felt like a crime, but he still felt sick as he nodded and looked again at the little fox. He knew this was not a wolf. He knew this was a pest and one day, an enemy. It would compete for food and cause difficulties for his family. He could allow it to do that. His family's comfort and safety was the most important thing in the world to him, and this creature was a threat to that. Or it would be, someday, when it was grown.

Why did it have to look so much like Blixen and Wildfire?

Artaax shut his eyes as he bared his teeth and lunged suddenly at the little fox. His aim was true, and he grabbed it instictively around its neck and bit down, hard. He felt the bones snap between his jaws and tasted warm blood as it spilled into his mouth and over his tongue. It was the sound, though, that he would remember as he went to sleep that night. The sound of it shrieking out in terror and then pain as he attacked. The sound of its neck snapping, and then the sound of its body thumping against the ground as it went limp in his teeth.

The boy dropped it quickly and turned away from both the body and nomi, trembling just as fiercely as the fox had been whileits fate had been debated. There were tears in his eyes now, and he blinked furiously to drive them away before the heda could see.