Blackfeather Woods Something about you turns me to a savage

Whatever it was, it looked incomplete. There were legs and feet, a tail, a head - but something looked off. It looked like it was all head, it looked like -- You're just a kid! Tit realized next. This did nothing to undermine the strangeness, the otherness, and he still wanted to keep his distance. Although he couldn't tell how old the blob was he decided it didn't really matter, he really didn't want that face, those teeth, or any part of it near him. The boy ducked his head as the child barrelled closer and he bared his teeth. There was no way he'd let this thing come anywhere near him regardless of its age. This must have been a dream or a figment in his mind - something - because nothing like this creature should've existed in Titmouse's world.