Blackfeather Woods pour la nuit est pleine de souvenirs

Forward dated to present date?

kennethIf wolves could sweat, the ebony prince's body would be covered in those droplets now, he had just finished training. Battle training. With no one. It was a combination of lunging, pouncing, leaping away from imaginary claws and fangs. It would've been better if he had a companion with him, a sparring partner, but he did not have one, and he learnt that fighting with no one was better than not fighting at all. It was a well needed practice for the exiled prince, he needed to keep fit to help the pack. To serve it as best as he possibly could.

kennethNight arrived and it was only then when he stopped training and began walking, allowing the coolness of the midnight breeze to soothe the heat from his body. Kenneth walked and walked and walked through Blackfeather Woods pack lands, he would allow himself a few hours of sleep later and then he would hunt and fill the caches of the pack and maybe if he had time, patrol the borders.

kennethRest was hard to achieve when you were Kenneth Borealem. A voice alerted him of a presence nearby, he was downwind of whoever the person was and so he knew they would not know he was there. It was speaking an unfamiliar language but it was a Blackfeather Wood's wolf, a packmate he had not met before which was not surprising considering the fact he was new to the pack. Ken stayed in the shadows, making sure she did not know he was there and only when she seemed to have stop speaking did he creep out, like a panther slowly revealing himself.

kenneth"You have a nice voice," he said in his soft, confident tone.