Blackfeather Woods Never been a perfect soul

A crow cawed nearby, which earned it a glare. His gaze trailed over to a boy who was stood there gawking at his meal. He was alone from the smell of him. Black Hat saw an opportunity. You're a bit young to be on your own. I bet you're famished, He said cooly, sitting up. I can share. He didn't toss him a piece in case he'd bolt with it. He wanted him to stay and open up a bit.