Boartusk Heights youngblood

the young little one's ferocity is not lost on the queen, finding amusement when he insists on remaining in front of her. she is careful not to rouse him too much — afterall, who knows if he shall remember this encounter and whether it would be used against her once he is a man.

hmm.. she tilts her head, a gentle smile curling her lips. you wish to seek the forest? what will you eat? milk from a doe? who will you call brother, the doe's fawn?
her questions did not seek answers, it was solely to distract the boy as she inched closer, ready to snatch him up like a hawk and drag him back to her nest.