Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

As the ceremony was concluded, the male had stepped back. Briefly, he'd observed the marks made, before returning to his previous location and settling down to hear that which was to be said. He had supported Damien, and perhaps always would, and so he'd remained attentive until the very end. With the three spiderlings having each been marked and then made into leaders, order seemed restored. It was Meldresi's blood that would lead the pack and Brotherhood alike, rather than a disloyal man that was interested only in satisfying his personal needs. Things had returned to how they'd always been meant to be, and so the Inuit was proud; he felt it not only for the pack as a whole, but for his long-time friend and the boy's siblings.

Without word, he'd joined in on the howl, letting his voice merge with the others. Blackfeather would be returned to its former glory, and would then become the same home that he'd gone away from so long ago.