Blackfeather Woods Wicked Ways

After a moment if careful staring, eye contact was made an an affirmative nod given. Then his gaze was back to the male, chin lifted proudly and eyes of ice boring into the other's, a silent message. And a warning, to quite simply, don't screw up. For the boy knew what happened to those who did, to those who did not meet his approval, and seldom did they rise after his mother's jaws had ended them. 

Then boy slipped after his mother, into the shadows were his small form vanished quickly.