Blackfeather Woods mentor.

"Harmless, is weak."
chilling words, especially when spoken with such little emotion. having never encountered the woman before, he thought very little of her thus far, not knowing of her exploits, he wondered why she was here at all. he was then silent once more, though as he watched her without fear, his maw worked once more to deliver but a question, perhaps one that his mother ought to have asked had she admitted the woman, and yet, she had not.

"What use are you?" His vocabulary was sparse, and yet he thought very, very carefully before he spoke, seeking to model his words much like the eloquent speakers in his life. Though at times, his sparse vocabulary came to his aid in this pursuit, in some odd, twisted way.