Blackfeather Woods light can be harsh, cruel and blinding

@Burke Set before this thread :)

Whispers in the woods brought the young Dragonblood news of this pack, of its strange cultures though not nearly as strange as his own. If an outsider joined his natal pack, unaware and blind of its customs, they would be even more surprised than himself. But then, the ghost knew only but a sliver of this pack's secrets and the boy's natural curiosity drove him to know more and more. It sounded interesting, despite the fact he knew almost nothing about the place. It could be boring, maybe the rumors only spoke of the most interesting parts.

Kelorth did not know, he simply wandered through Blackfeather woods, deep in thought, fierce blue eyes scanning his surroundings warily. His posture was proud, but not the stance of a leader or a higher rank, just simply one who was proud of their pack and themselves. His thoughts wandered then, to those of wondering which trade he should go for. Outrider caught his attention best, for it was adventuring and exploring that he loved, as well as fighting. He did not think of himself as a Counselor, unless the advice the wolves wanted to hear was 'deal with it.' Because that was the advice he gave himself.