Bramblepoint A knife in the dark.

Once the silhouette of the mysterious dark brother steps closer Damien gets a chance to finally make out his features. He finds himself with a young wolf of pewter gaze and raven fur. Damien was about this young when he first got marked by his mother, and his pale eyes trail down his shoulders in search for the same paw-print shaped sigil. He finds it, and though he didn't really need it for confirmation after the code words were asked and answered, Damien was confident they were both bound by the same gods and principles.

The younger male takes notice of Damien's injury, which he doesn't even try to hide. He wears it like a trophy, and knowing well he was in no danger with a fellow dark brother Damien felt at ease with his limitation. Dark Brothers aren't a common finding in these wilds, he says, paying no response to the other's comment. A target? he asked, assuming the younger male was on duty since the existence of the Blackfeather branch wasn't widespread knowledge as he'd come to realize in his time away.