Haunted Wood his foes would go blind from overexposure to awesomeness

Had he wanted to answer her, Ferret would not have had a chance. His mother had caught on to him, and had followed him to here. She intercepted the pair, and for a moment the boy was cocky and took a step forward. It was two against one after all. But his mother shot him a look and let him know in no uncertain terms that he was in shit. His ears flicked back and be scowled, with brows pitched down and muzzle wrinkled. How dare she would intrude upon his fun. The hole beside him was forgotten, his narrowed eyes continued to hold upon the stranger.