Blackfeather Woods mentor.

harmless. he had not heard the word before, but already his mind worked to decifer it. harm meant hurt. this he knew, and less meant...not as much. hurt not as much? he raised a brow, obviously unimpressed. what use was someone who did not hurt as much? yet his snarl lowered, meeting the oher's gaze with chilling empitness as he merely gazed into her optics, staring. his bold, chilled gaze unerved many, and he knew that he would not be the first to pull his gaze away. a test, perhaps, of the woman, the one who didn't hurt as much and he thought rather little of at the moment.