Blackfeather Woods Hello Darkness My Old Friend

perhaps a bit much to reveal to a young child, yet Abraxas, though the meaning of some things were lost to him, understood others. a lover, some of his phrasing, were alien to him. yet other things he understood, and he stared unblinkingly at the male a moment longer, deciphering his last sentence a few moments longer before simply guessing in the meaning of the sentence and ignoring all the parts the boy did not understand. he did agree nor disagree with the question, yet spun and with a twitch of his tail beckoned on the male as he often saw his parents do. 

the swamp. he would lead the male there, the place that mother said to not go near, where adders and hunting birds and dark things dwelt. he had obeyed, watchings but never treading within the place, yet today he was drawn there, and whether or not the odd male followed him he did not care.