Firefly Glen well shit

☼ The boy became so still in that fleeting moment he could've been chiseled from a marble slab. He became like stone, moving his eyes at first and then his ears, and finally took a stride and it sounded like a gargoyle stomping in the underbrush. Revui was a large boy and he was destined to be a large beast once he was finished growing, and he wasn't trained in subtlety, but he wasn't stupid. He was cautious of this large shape. Nervous wasn't exactly the word because he had never felt fear when confronted with any obstacle or threat — nothing, yet, had threatened him badly enough. But yes, he was cautious, having learned from his encounter with the few rogues that he'd stumbled upon in the past few days. This one was interesting because of what they brought with them but Revui wasn't going to race on over. He was better than that.

He took a few steps and stopped again. In those steps, as he drew only slightly closer, he got a better view of the creature that loitered just beyond. Indeed, it was some sort of creature and not something he'd consider to be a wolf, because there was something otherworldly about them. Revui was not spiritual, but perhaps if he was then he'd recognize a demon when he saw one. His gaze traced the dark marks along the stranger's back with a quick look but his interest was inevitably drawn towards the unsheathed knives, yellowed and grimacing, that caught the dimming light. He took another step — bold, stupid, ignoring the warning that played in the air but not entirely, pushing just a bit beyond the limit — and then he halted again. The boy's eyes narrowed slightly. He licked his lips and leaned a little bit where he was standing to get a better look at what the stranger had with them — so curious, so hungry, — but he stayed back.

It looked like something grotesque, but he did not look for long. It was dark, and there was a distinct aroma of blood which had drawn him through the glen in the first place. It looked to be more than enough to share but clearly this creature was not intent to share; and so he waited, tense and eager to press his luck, wondering what the fuss was about.