Rowena Oakshadow ----------------- Maxwell Oakshadow
In a dark sidestreet of the bustling city, a shadow crouched. Silently, he slipped unseen through the darkness. Night was his element, with the moon and stars barely putting forth any light. As the Lucain crept along, his green eyes gleaming in the darkness, he noticed that he was getting nearer to his goal - a large, fancy house, like that of a rich person.
"Max! What are you doing here?" The voice of his mother disturbed his concentration, and he accidentally put one paw into a puddle with a large splash.
"Mother," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm here on my own business." Glancing around, and hoping that no one had noticed anything, he continued toward the building. But his mother stepped in the way.
"Maxwell Oakshadow," she said in the familiar disapproving tone that moms use. "You aren't stealing, are you?"
"Yeah, I am," Max said. He didn't mention that he also intended to murder on this night.
"Good!" Rowena crowed, giving her son a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Max! You're growing into a fine young thief! Now just remember, never kill unless necessary!" She stepped back, and watched him closely with her piercing green eyes, the same as his.
"Yes mom," he muttered, then pushed on past her. He was in such a hurry to reach his destination and escape from his mother, that he didn't notice Rowena following him. She thought there was something strange about her son, and worried constantly that he would turn into a cold-blooded murderer. So, she decided to discover exactly what he was doing. If he was good at sneaking through the dark and stealing, she was about ten times better, her sleek form blending into the faintest of shadows. Since she was a pup, this had been her life - creeping through Jawan's streets, stealing, and hiding. Rowena was determined to discover exactly what her son was turning into.
[Rowena: 1, Maxwell: 1]