Blackfeather Woods It's not nice to stare, really

His mother spoke, and as if to replicate the way her massive maw opened and closed, he opened his own as wide as he could, staring at her the whole time. When she finished her rumbling noise, his mouth shut like a trap, and yet, when she begun again, he opened his maw again, staring at her all the while. He did not know why he did this, mirroring her actions in such an unsettling way, perhaps it was his attempt to learn, what, no one knew. 

He did not speak again, would not for quite some time. He would appear to have been stunted, not growing as the other might, but little did those around him know, he was growing and learning rapidly, simply remaining silent as per his selective mutism. She approached his mother, reaching out a tentative paw to touch her simply massive face as he sat a little closer. she interested him, not to the point of obsession, but simply because she was the most interesting thing in his little world at the moment.