Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

As if being chided, Leshen pulled his ears back and lowered his head while the dean of this witless academy spoke directly to him. He didn’t meet her gaze, and appeared quite obstinate about answering, despite being clearly aware of what he had been asked. The little scoundrel simply pouted; avoiding eye contact with the adults, as if not looking at them would somehow make him ignorant to their presence.
 
He perked up involuntarily at the mention of being “hungry,” though he was just as quick to resume his sulking — continuing to act like he wasn’t desperate for a meal.