Blackfeather Woods fruit of thy womb.

interesting.
the way they fought, the way words grew heated and growls and snarls became for commonplace, until they begun, finally, a dance of fang and claw. he watched with great interest in his expression, staring from the sidelines with intensity. he did not reveal himself, not yet- he merely watched and learned as the fight before him entranced him as if it were a flickering flame.