Blackfeather Woods sad machine

indentFinally, the night child had managed to slip through his mother's fingers, he didn't want that bloody bath, he was clean! He didn't like the way mommy treated him like a child, he was no longer a pup, he would soon be a warrior of the Brotherhood, did she not see? Well, he would have to show her. He strode out of the den and into the shadows once again, looking for some trouble as if he hadn't had enough. Perhaps he would find a real trespasser this time.

indentAnd he did.

indentIt wasn't a small weasel like some weeks ago, this time it was the real deal. A wolf-like creature, though Damien knew it wasn't quite a wolf, not bigger than many adults the pup had seen around the forest. Dark fur and a single pointy ear. It was tailless, like Burke, and it's eyes red, just like Damien imagined a dragon's eyes would be.

indentThe night child jumped out of the shadows, imposing just as a Dark Brother would be, and with a growl he said "Stop there, flea bag." that one was new. At almost four months of age, Damien had incredible communicative skills, and not only in the common tongue, Meldresi had already started to teach the pup the roots of a couple other interesting Languages.

indent"These are claimed lands, didn't you know that?" he said, trying to sound just as intimidating as Burke when he said it.