Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

indentWhen Grimnir growled at Potema, Damien got up just as quick as Burke had, and he too was comfronting the subversive beast with a snarl. No one growled at his family, not in his prescence. That was going to be a thing that would never fade away of Damien's mind, he would remember it until either him or Grimnir died, and he wouldn't forgive. One day Damien would be a big wolf, maybe even bigger than Grimnir, and that would be the day his family was never going to run any more danger. For the time being, Burke was more than enough.

indentDamien had almost forgotten about the storytelling with the spur of the moment, but he didn't want to miss mommy's tale. He got back into position as Burke did, and with big eyed the pup paid attention to his mommy's words. The brotherhood, as usual, was the topic she chose for this time's story, and Damien couldn't be more delighted. It was epic for the pup every time he heard about the daedra, and this time hadn't been different. He would look up to the starry sky as his mother spoke about it, and the tingling of the stars made the story even more amazing. It was like everyone who the Brotherhood hadn't caught was looking rit¡ght through him. Spooky, but at the same time, epic.