Firefly Glen Speckles everywhere

Despite his attempt to slip away he'd obviously already been caught. The female, who in fact did remind Damien a lot of Potema, didn't seem to have an issue with his presence, and promptly approached him with a curious nose. Damien wasn't okay with that, of course, and his immediate reaction was to draw the line. Teeth were revealed and posture fixed. His tail a banner of warning rise above his figure. Damien was nowhere close to being a social butterfly, and contact was strictly reserved for those in his tightest circle of trustees (which was in itself quite reduced).

Once the mood was set and the limits specified, Damien saw no issue with replying to the female's innocent question.

I'm not alone, he assured, feeling comfortably close from Blackfeather Woods to make the statement. Taking now the time to sniff her out Damien found her scent quite familiar, and linking it to memories her appearance also started to make sense. Moonspear, is it? he wondered. Well, in fact he was pretty sure she was the daughter of Charon himself, whose unmistakable speckles she shared and to whom the Dark prince had already been introduced by Potema a long time ago.