Blackfeather Woods Wicked Ways

The boy accepted his task with vemour, pacing the borders with his mother and playing the roll of silent, staring, unselected judge. Not all were approved by the boy; and his disapproval was matched by the flashing fangs of his mother, this he knew. The boy had never been one for play.

He drew up alongside his mother, dwarfed by her yet unconcerned by this. He merely sat, expression blank and completely silent. His expression fell on the other fearlessly, and then he did what he exceed at. The boy stared.