Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

Ah, wasn't the youth ever interested in everyone else.
His faint, all-knowing smile crossed his face at her admittance for thirst for knowledge.

So, he started into his grizzly tale.
"My ear was torn off by some Alpha when I hunted the attacker of my ward." He remembered that night, and the day he faced Damien, though he didn't know that was his name.
"My face was ripped off when I was protecting my Alpha in my lost pack. She grabbed me and it just peeled away." 
He looked to her, watching for a reaction. If she liked gruesome stuff, she should've been there.
Perhaps Derg will suffer another gut-wrenching injury.