He walked through a part of the forest he had not come before, taking his time as he did so. But, ultimately avoiding The Ferret. Peregrine was nice to him, but his son was terrifying. Any minute now, Stoic expected the other boy to burst from the bushes, and ram himself into Stoic's nimble body. So, Stoic ran to where he could not be found. This turned out not the be a good idea, for in no time he had no idea where he was. Yet, his underdeveloped senses did help him this time for another scent arose, his small nose twitching with excitement. He followed the smell, knowing it couldn't possibly be Ferret. 

Once he did catch up with the source of the scent, his eyes surveyed, zeroing down on the sight of a wiggling little child, not much younger than he. More children? Good lord. But, this one didn't look like Peregrine or Fox, in fact, it looked like Eljay. Was this one Eljay's kid? Would the boy think Stoic was Peter too? His mind flooded with questions, though he did not open his mouth to ask. 

Instead, he stepped near the child, but not too close, slightly terrified and slightly curious. "Who are you?" He inquired, not considering whether or not the small boy could talk. His eyes lowered, his shoulders scrunched to that he may meet eye to eye with the boy. Maybe this one would prove to be less weird than Peregrine's family.

It was clear the boy before him was working on half a brain, for it could not even form a proper word. Stoic was competely oblivious to the fact that the boy was not even a boy, but a baby. If told this, he would have dismissed the fact for when he was a baby, he was already forming intricate sentances.. or so he believed. Walking closer, Stoic was bent on teaching the smaller child how to speak. It couldn't always remain stupid.

"The name is Jack, Jackrabbit," He wore his new name with pride, well, after he had repeated it a few times just to get the hang of it. "What's yours?" He questioned the other, his eyes peering downwards. But it seemed the boy had no intention of talking as he bounded up and down. Even still, Stoic did not make a move. He would have happily played, but he did not know how. He had always just.. tackled his younder siblings without much care but he couldn't really do that to the littler guy. Could he?

Jack's face was one turned from curiosity, to extreme confusion, to over-all annoyance. The smaller boy did not even answer his question, yet Jack offered a simple, "Huh?" before feeling the impact of another body against his. Unprepared and bewildered, he stumbled back in his own mere haste to get away from the boys attempts at biting his chest. This doge seemed ineffective as he tripped over his own flailing legs, and onto his back. 

It took him a second of utter shock to collect his thoughts, his eyes widened, frozen in place as he did not know how to react. Had this been his sister's doing, he would have easily knocked her over too, but this was not his sister. He did not even know this strange, smaller being that proved to be absolutely stupid and incapable of speech. Though, he came to the conclustion he could not stay lying down, and he pulled himself upwards, landing on his rump just to face the boy. His eyes had narrowed considerably, for the other had proved to be a worthy opponent and should be treated as such. 

He got up, swiftly dipping his head underneath the boys front so that he may push him over, by the strength of his head. There was no saying this would work but he willed it to do so, in which he would (hopefully) regain his pride. Jack now paid little attention to the size difference, deeming the other fully capable of play fight.

It seemed his pride would come to a close as in a mere second, the other boy was on his back and screaming. Fright came over him, frozen in his place as his ears fell back against his head, terrified for the consequences of what he had done. He hadn't pushed him that hard, right? His eyes had noticeably widened, watching as the other boy cowered behind a bush. Thoughts raced through his mind, and my the millisecond he himself because overwhelmed by the weight of what he had done. Perry would kick him out, he was sure of it. He would have to go back being Stoic and get taken away by the Silvertip wolves and eaten. He did not notice the panicked breaths that came out of him one after the other, not until he found himself hyperventilating to the point he could not breath right anymore. 

Doing what any other boy would do in his situation, he ran. He did not even glance at the smaller boy as his nimble legs carried him as fast as he could away from the scene, though he quivered in fright as he did so.  He hadn't meant to hurt him.. it wasn't really his fault. Yet, he could not bring himself to believe it; he had done it on purpose. But he didn't-- he was going to be in so much trouble. Peregrine had said so, afterall. The other boy would get him in trouble, he was sure of it. Jack had never faced such a situation before, never having to take accountability for his actions. So instead, he ran. He ran until he did not know where he was anymore.