Blackfeather Woods Lenny's Arrival

his brother was a failure. no blood, no screams of anguish. his eyes narrowed, at first impressed by his sibling but then disgusted. he left the depth he had hidden in, prowling in silence towards the strangers face. he lunged, a tiny blur, seeking to grab hold of the strangers flesh. he did not seek play. he sought the vemour with which his mother fought, they way she moved like a wraith and made the strangers dead-lumps. tiny fangs, like a mouth full of needles, so to bridge across a muzzle and tear into flesh. scars delivered by him would be hardly impressive,  however scars all the same.