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The sun was making a rapid descent down below the horizon, and it was at this time that the Reaper began his prowl. Being away from Blackfeather was not exactly a delight, but he could manage for a while. Mostly he just had had his pride wounded by the loss of the battle - though he knew they would take revenge on the enemies who had outnumbered them during that fight, and they would return to the Woods.

For now, the ashen boy stalked the coming darkness with a blank expression on his face - calculating, cold, but void of all emotion that any normal youngster his age would wear upon their features. He supposed he was not quite a normal yearling, for he had grown up too fast and a certain darkness had been birthed within him from the first moments he could sense the world around him. Already he had done unethical things, though he was destined for far darker exploits in his future. 

He would do far more terrible things than remove an innocent mother's tail. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow - but only time could tell when his next spar would be, intentional or not.