Synopsis

He took them under his wing, these orphaned creatures of the wood, and molded them to his will. He honed their instincts, sharpened their reflexes, forging them into instruments of relentless aggression, much as his own master had done for him. But Unikitty watched with growing dismay, her heart aching at the sight of such youthful potential twisted to such a brutal purpose. They were children, she argued, barely more than fledglings, and this was not training, but a perversion of it.