Blackfeather Woods Utjitunnik

Kove had not been far into his patrol when he was joined by another, the younger male being just as rare of a sight to him as vice versa. They were both busy, he knew, and so he’d thought little of it. Damien had to watch over the pack and Brotherhood, whilst he had his children to look after. The fact that they’d both happened to be free at the same time made it impossible for the Inuk to turn the other away, and so he’d said, “I don’t mind at all.” It’d been quite some time since he’d been joined on a patrol, too, which had further influenced his choice of words.

When Damien had taken the lead, it’d not gone unnoticed, but nothing was said in regards to it. Younger or not, he was the rightful leader of the woods, and so he’d receive the same amount of respect as Meldresi had—well, not the exact amount, but it was close enough. After all, no one could replace the late queen. Pushing passed those thoughts, he’d looked out towards the lake before trailing his gaze back towards his friend. “Things have been quiet lately,” he’d noted. “Inside and outside of Blackfeather.” The whelps were exploring and finding their ways through life, but they weren’t yet being overly troublesome. Not like how Xan had been, who the father had yet to see since his departure.