Jade Fern Grove a din to drive beings mad

It was the rabbit's scream that drew Breccan's attention; he had been wandering somewhere just outside of Lost Creek Hollow's well-marked borders without a real destination in mind, but he set his course and began charting it when the piercing sound reached his ears. He was intrigued more than anything, and the youth moved briskly across the relatively unfamiliar terrain with confidence.

Into the grove he slipped, padding through the foliage, and found his target before too long: a boy he recognized, if only from seeing him fleetingly, and trapped between his forepaws was the screeching hare. Breccan's orange eyes widened as he watched the other young wolf pull the rabbit's flesh and fur from its body in a weirdly methodical manner. "You're supposed to kill it first," he observed, although it was his own morbid curiosity that kept him from stopping the juvenile's actions.