Blackfeather Woods Black on black

His focus had been bound to the red flowers coating the ground, absorbing all the details they possessed, and so he didn't notice the pale child at first. But it soon became evident that the soldier of steel was not alone in the garden, and his gaze of ice trailed upward to meet that of the quiet girl. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, a flash of a memory forcing itself up to the surface - this encounter was almost familiar. It reminded him greatly of the night he encountered Maegi for the first time, when she was much younger. Pale, a pelt that seemed to reflect the moon's light back at him. Aries' head quirked to the side, observing her before nodding her head in greeting. 

He would not harm her. A wolf of Blackfeather was no enemy to him - at least not presently.