Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

There’s the sweet flutter of confusion, the shimmer of unsure emotions on the boy who longs to heed each word, but who perhaps cannot. The shadowy man spares him a woeful little croon, hovering over him. Such a pretty golden child.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your rabbit's leg, Rabbit. But you see, I too desire a Rabbit's leg,” he turns his sun-eyes on one golden hock and swoops to catch it between his fangs.