Blackfeather Woods mentor.

The child's immediate defiance pleased Emma, for she knew what kind of spirit the small body held. In a sense, she was reminded of herself when she was that age; a runt, sure, but a runt who took no shit.
Relax, kid. I don't want to hurt ya, you're alright. Who's child it was, Emma wasn't completely sure, though she formed an idea and based her behavior around what she assumed. She looked directly into the kid's eyes, trying to calm his defense. I'm harmless, kid.