Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

Before the forest settled in silence again, a gasp caught Keelut's heedful ears. He had keen senses despite his undeniable clumsiness, and that one faint clue had not escaped him. He followed it in silence, calculated, cat-like moves taking him closer and closer to the place where he believed rested the responsible. And with his nose's aid, the pale child soon enough found a target nested against an old oak, blurred by the mist. He would have been hard to see in the thick fog, but he wasn't hesitant to pounce on his target with jaws and claws widely spread to take hold on to anything he could before his prey escaped.