Blackfeather Woods don't trust people you meet

The child was not afraid of him, not at first. It was surprising when they came striding over with their toy in tow, and while Mou was curious about the object he could not turn his attention away from the girl. Her reaction upon drawing near was not missed, and he felt his ugliness keenly; it was no doubt exacerbated by the sunken cheeks and sharp contours of his bony face at this point. To ease her worries he tilted his head so that the black pit of a socket was hidden in the deep shadow.

She, of course, reminded him of Coelacanthe's children. They had been too small to be this inquisitive or active, but he still thought of them fondly. He saw a measure of gracelessness in this youth that would soon be shed. His attention traced to the bloated frog, and his brow furrowed slightly with concern upon realizing it was dead.