Two Rivers Isle Vicious Little Boy

Mean is bad. Bad? The bear was mean to him, yes? The bear was bad. That was a word he knew very well, being it himself most days, but this time it wasn't aimed at him. Aero was telling him about other things being bad. What was bad didn't matter, it seemed, just that they were bad, and it was his duty to do something when they were bad. Something called attack. His aunt turned, snapped at the closest tree, and scattered little pieces of bark with her fangs as they clashed. She only turned back to repeat the word, attack, before doing it again. Did she want him to jump in? Little half-worm tail wriggling in happiness, Vass play bowed but otherwise watched with interest as she did it again and again. Finally, the silver woman turned away, and called his attention with his name before using that word. It was HIS turn! With a playful, but vicious growl, Vassago trampled towards the bark and gouged at it with sharp puppy teeth.