Blackfeather Woods gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit

He had not ever thought of himself as brave, and could not fathom why such a feeling would be necessary. At this point in his life Sobek was surrounded by family members who could keep him safe; these bad things had yet to interrupt his development, although it wouldn't be long before the chaos of the quaking earth ruined everything. As he fell back to the forest floor he watched his mother, his ears pivoting slightly as she mentions another child — one he has only the thinnest, most vague recollection of.

Scylla? That was a name he did not hear often. He shook his head. She can be my sister, then. He offered innocently, tilting his head ever so slightly as he proclaimed this.