Blackfeather Woods don't get many white eyes around here

Meldresi sensed something familiar about the new recruit the moment she saw those pale white eyes of his. His Arctic heritage strengthened the feeling tenfold. It was possible. Very possible; he looked very much like an older version of Damien, a black version of Bane. She watched in silence as he hunted, not hiding intentionally, but melting into the shadows as she normally did.

While Bane was a fighter, this wolf, regardless of relation to Bane, if at all, was a hunter. He quickly overcame his prey and dispatched it with ease, allowing Meldresi the opportunity to speak with him. "That was a fine kill." She said as she left the shadows.