Blackfeather Woods main attraction in this twisted master plan

He was far too involved in his game to notice the attention of another, in fact he was so delved into his own world that he didn't even hear his mother call his name. Instead he only felt as her jaws wrapped around his scruff and in response to her actions, the boy let out a growl while he was pulled away from the pelt. He did his best to rebel against the pale conjurer with his not so threatening scowls and kicks, but his actions had little success.

After some time he let himself go limp, having realized it was pointless to waste energy fighting against his mother who he could not beat. He'd have a better chance of escaping her clutches on the ground anyways, and so he patiently waited to be put down that way he could make a beeline for the nearest escape route.