"Lost little red." *He took a step closer as he towered her smaller form. He chuckled lowly as if her mere presence was a joke to him. He reached out, his long, sharp, black claws touched a strand of brown hair. "What a little snack you'll make."
Critter is confronted by Mother to carry out what he is destined to to and warns him of the dangers he will face. Critter appears to be upset and scared with what Mother shares with him.
