Honeyed Pasture I don't know who to trust

Rodyn continued his forward roll, but suddenly the prickling of not being alone, picked up along his shoulders and his nape. He froze mid step and looked around eyes, roving along the edges of the forest. He had not stirred past the trees of the Weald. Since the small family he had grown to like were claiming there. He wished to stay in their good graces, if nothing else than for their son.

Rodyn's eyes caught sight of a brown blob in the grass and at first, his body went on the alert, but then as his gaze honed in on the blur, he saw it for what it was. The Child from before. He couldn't remember if he had been given his name. Which made him feel terrible. 

He stepped where the young one could see. Out stalking and hunting again are we? His smile was gentle and it lit up his eyes as he looked over the youth, his tail sweeping around behind him.