Haunted Wood but at dawn

Dead.
Dead like Star. His gaze turned down, frowning. He couldn't help. Can't help. He was useless. 
Was his Mother shameful? She didn't trust the woods, made him leave them. Had she run from his Father, too?

His growl was low, soft. A threat.
"Don't talk like tha." His eyes tilted up to her, glaring and promising that he would one day repay her a visit. This land was disgustingly cruel and he vowed right there he would venture out again once he had learnt to act upon those who have wronged him when he only tried to do right.