Haunted Wood but I can’t pretend

She could see the hesitation in him, the moments thought of his actions.
His morality, shining through.
In ways, it was good. He wouldn't end up the stone hearted killer many here were.
In other ways, it made him vulnerable. However, he was still young and these things had to develop.
Famine was still a good kid.
Uncorrupt.

Then, the kicks came, hard into her abdomen, nails scratching her tender belly - she'd underestimated that. Her eyes widened, maw parting to let out sounds of pain when his teeth came for her.
It's Famine.
Her pain channeled into a snarl as she bared her teeth at him, snapping her own jaws back.
Training.
She recoiled, letting the youth go. She moved to the side, watching him recover.
She could feel the blood trickle from her soft belly.
"Don't worry, I'm ok. You didn't hurt me too bad."
She didn't want him to panic and start regretting what she made him do. He needed to learn that this is what he can do, and what she was teaching him was important.
Especially if he was to be in this shitty war.