Lynx

In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

Some Animals are simply wild by nature and Lynx - well, Lynx is a specific case even for Animals. They don't attack everything that moves, no, that's not the problem. But their eyes are the eyes of a hunter, sizing you up, obviously finding your weaknesses and ways that they could knock you down, stick a knife between your ribs and tear your flesh with sharp claws and teeth. And then they smile, lick their mouth and politely ask for a bowl of porridge and maybe some meat on the side. A cute kitty; a silky murderer.

Some have heard stories of Lynx's youth. Apparently, they were raised by Badger himself - but nobody remembers how the knight came to be their warden. People just know that the whole upbringing did not end any well and brought them both shame for many years.

Now, there is something strange about Lynx; something new. It's not just the obvious endless teasing and rivalry with Koko. It's not just their silence and distance from Badger, or their obvious devotion to Sladký. Now, Lynx can also be quiet and slowly listen to Slithers hissing, or let Bleeter lean on them when the need comes. They keep their coat and armour meticulously clean, as if every detail was to say that Lynx is a good squire now; and perhaps a knight too, soon. Can Lynx step out of the shadow of a woodland beast?