Two Rivers Isle Vicious Little Boy

Concealed, the pale femme watched the boy with silver eyes that revealed nothing. Her gaze fell on the shortened tail, the scars that marked him at all too young an age. Guilt resurfaced from where she had hidden it deep inside herself, she shoved it back down as she stepped toward the boy. A small smile tugged at her muzzle as she watched him play, making no move to interfere. 

After a moment, she beckoned him over with a flick of her tail and a few words, spoken softly in a tone that rarely graced her tongue. "Vassago. Come here, boy. I want to show you something." she said, smile growing as she tapped a spoke in front of her. This caring, this protectiveness, was still a fairly new experience, but with the pups she fell into a way of acting that she did not use on any other occasion. Today, she would teach the boy something...something that would help him greatly, she hoped.