Blackfeather Woods can you guess how many of these crazy facts are just the weirdest myths?

Her snarl was fiercer than he had ever heard it before — but he had heard it. He had seen her face contorted in disgust and anger. None of this was surprising enough to startle him but it was severe enough to break his ravenous trance and increase his heart rate. It even breathed into him a sense of offense.

I am not understanding!" Euron scowled, his eyes narrowed and his tight mouth quivering as a snarl quarrelled with a frown. Then his voice dipped low and he rasped, "I want to—eow!!" The boy suddenly stumbled sideways, pawing at his head, worrying a spot above his left eye the most. He whimpered and sniffed and then was still. Frozen like a statue. He stayed like this for several moments, until his panting breaths simmered into a calm cadence. Then he turned to face his mother.

He sat down. His head was up. His spine straight and his ears lifted. There was a soldier's discipline to his posture and in the lack of expression on his face. He bowed his head deeply, and his intense gaze bore into the ground at Potema's paws.

"Mother."