Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

One way or another, Aventus found himself amidst the adults.

He didn't see Jaylen lurking on the sideline, or he might've been inclined to drift toward the bear and away from the heady stench of blood that wreathed from where the wolves congregated, laced with something else, something more sour. Aventus knew that smell all too well. Whatever was happening over there was causing a great deal of fear, and for once, it wasn't his.

This drew him in, a little black moth to the warm flame of their bodies, until he could peek past someone or another's leg to spot the scarcely breathing victim on the ground. He expected to feel his own fear rising, swelling in his chest. Something swelled there, alright, but it wasn't the sensation he was expecting. It was warm, buoyant, and fluttered behind his sternum with frail little butterfly wings.

It was excitement.