Blackfeather Woods I'm not scared to be seen, I make no apologies

Slightly crap post *-*

Nyx turned to greet him, and her distantly familar features caused his muscles to relax. The two wolves had not spoken for some time, both content to their own devices, but an opportunity had presented itself as a moment of peace amongst the silence of the Blackfeather domain, and he took this within his grasp. 

A slight curve of a smile graced his dark lips, and the ashen soldier of the Woods nodded slowly. "Well. Yourself?" He was a Reaper now, perhaps the largest change of the recent times. Many dark deeds he had committed, many more were to come, but the young man mentioned none - surely it was just assumed that every member of this land was a dark soul, and not even murder was flinched at.