Blackfeather Woods mentor.

Still, he was silent. Emèlie was intrigued by the child's façade and took care to meet his cold gaze. She furrowed her brow and tilted her head slightly to the side, trying to make out his message. He almost reminded her of herself as a child -- before the death of her mother. But even moreso, she was reminded of Remy.
You've got one hell of a glare, I'll tell ya that much. Emma blinked before allowing a frustrated grin creep across her face. What was up with this little mongrel?