Blackfeather Woods Deeper, still and wholly

They walked further into the strange woods, none of it was recognisable to Aries. It was like when they had first arrived at Moonspear, except this time he was not miserable about where he was going. It was a new start, with new wolves, and if they were all like this wolfess, whom he realised he did not yet know the name of, then perhaps it would be somewhere that he stayed. Though, he felt as if he wanted to stay already. The woods were most interesting.

Approaching the borders, he could smell the blood and see it, too. It did not disturb him. In fact, he rather liked that they did that - a warning to deter the weak, he assumed. The ash-pelted boy glanced up at the Speaker, listening as she spoke and then taking another moment to glance around the many dark trees and the ravens that had been spoken of earlier. 

"I like it."