Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

The was the screech of death that cut theough the woods, warranting investigation from the boy and the birds. 
Death meant food. 

He followed the birds, the dark mass that swept through the branches like a plauge. And behind was a large boy; he was large for his age. 
But what lay before him was much larger. 

He didn’t hold claim over the woods and therefore was in no position to fight the man for his meal. He stared, hunger panging at his sides. Void futtered down, and he remembered something. 

He’d seen birds pester coyotes for a meal then steal it from them while looking for his brother. His ears twitched, Void cawed. It would only be time before she started to irritate and distract the man. Rowan would go to Mephala’s Web to escape.