Blackfeather Woods Deeper, still and wholly

They arrived at the den, and Aries - or Neo, as he had now named himself - smelled herbs (though he was no herbalist and had no clue what any of them were), grass and something rotten. It did not discourage him, in fact it only made him more curious. He glanced at Nyx before peering into the den. The size was decent - enough for a few wolves, so that was not an issue. The roof of the den was made up of the roots of a tree, and among those root branches, there were shelf like shapes holding up the herbs he had scented from before. Overall, it was nice. Better than his old den, though it did not hold the same level of comfort, but that did not matter. He would grow used to it.

"Thank you." Neo replied, glancing around the den again. So, this was to be his home for however long he was here for. There was little to complain about, if anything at all. "What are those places?" He asked, wondering what place could be so dangerous. It was like his parents with Blackfeather all over again - he was here and alive, wasn't he? Though perhaps they had a particular reason for being frightened of these woods, one that he did not understand.