Blackfeather Woods dreamers

His mother discovered him.

He could not hide the huffy look on his face at having been noticed — and worse, having been told to leave. Euron slunk away, slowly, turning his head just enough to watch Potema in his periphery until he was certain that she thought he was leaving or had already left. Then he crept forward a few paces and settled down again, flattening himself as tightly to the ground as he could. He was further away, but with his ears cupped forward and all his efforts concentrated on listening, he could still hear them. Faintly. Maybe he would not catch everything they said and it was unlikely he would fully understand it all anyway, but it was enough that Euron was feeling smug and amused about it.