Blackfeather Woods Drowning in myself

Evidently he was not as slick as he thought, because the stranger paused and perked up as if to listen for him. They ignored their meal for a few moments; then, upon noticing him, called out. The boy would've said something had he the ability. Instead he slipped through the shadows and came out from his lurking spot by ducking through the dark. 

As he emerged, scattered light creeping through the tree boughs slipped across him. He paused once he got a better look at the stranger but still didn't make a sound, tilting his head with a curious expression on his face instead. After a moment he approached her — leaving quite a gap in case she was dangerous — and caught sight of the dead rabbit. He huffed a breathy sound and sniffed the air, finding the smell of the fresh kill to be quite appetizing.