Hushed Willows His plans always worked

If he had known that he was talking to an innocent little kid, perhaps he had forgotten about the presence all together. But the flash had been so quick, that Trick really couldn't have seen who it was- or even what it was. It was too light for a normal rabbit and too small to be Nova Rose. Never had he intended to threaten an innocent soul, for he knew how even the smallest hateful comment thrown at such a being could scar and shape it to become a coward. Or perhaps it would turn out just like him- scared, misunderstood, but pure evil.

But when the young'un showed itself, his squinting, scanning eyes turned into ones of surprise. He immediately felt bad, just a little, for shouting at the kid. He turned toward it, his emerald eyes falling onto the stuttering and shivering body. He did not know the child, or perhaps only vaguely, so he wondered if it was a trespasser. If so, where were its parents? Surely it wasn't, right?

Just another sign that Tavi really didn't know how to rule. Sooner or later, Trick would have to take over. I don't recall ever meeting you. He chuffed, his tone softer, more honey-like than before. I'm sorry, I am not keen on wolves sneaking up on me. Surely you do not like it either.