Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

Ever since the wolves from Teaghlaigh had been found on their borders with Abraxas, Atshen had felt drawn to the boundaries more often than not. His first few weeks of leadership had been compiled of learning the ropes of leadership, and though he had a long way to go, the boy had gotten somewhat of a good foundation from Nemesis. The next weeks were about both asserting his position within the pack and addressing the borders. While every day arose with its new challenges, Atshen met them with both rash decisions and his stoic nature. 

Needless to say was that the two-toned son of the Dark Master had quite a while to go. 

He slithered silently through the heart of the territory, setting off with no destination in mind. Despite his lack of drive at that moment, he carried himself high as he wandered the lands he knew so well.