Blackfeather Woods don't trust people you meet

He wasn't afraid of a child, but he wasn't sure how to proceed when she began to advanced towards him. The frog was tossed aside, and it rolled to a halt and settled against the soil like some kind of bloated seed.

As she took to investigating him, Mou didn't move. He watched the frog's shape in his periphery though, seeing the shine of one dead eye and feeling a strange sensation creeping down his spine. He wanted to investigate the girl in return but he waited until she was satisfied, not wanting to scare her with his ruined face.

His ears fell back though, and his tail wiggled awkwardly a few times before he was too tired to really do anything. Then, unable to contain himself, Mou's mouth slid open to reveal his teeth and lolling tongue, dry and cracked though it was, as he yawned widely — right in her face.