Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

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Kenneth had been away from Blackfeather Woods for a while, but he had a reason on why he had taken a leave. Wanderlust had struck him once more and he found himself unable to resist the tugging in his gut that drew him faraway from his new home and into another region altogether. He had met a couple of loners there and offered a place for them in the woods but they had either refused outright or told him they would think about it. The exiled prince knew his pack was not home to many wolves, with the tall, towering trees, the thick canopies that shielded those who walked beneath the leaves from the sunlight.

It was altogether a place for vampires, but Kenneth felt at home there, for unlike the place where he was born where white pelts were preferred with the snow and all, here, darkness ruled and shadows belonged. The exiled boy had a pelt of the midnight sky and he blended in brilliantly, he was able to stalk other wolves, hunt more effectively than ever. The one flaw he had were his eyes, they were the color of a fresh blanket of snow and they stood out when he attempted to hide.

But they would come in use, not many wolves here had seen pure white eyes before and if he could use them to his advantage, he would be able to scare them witless. Perhaps Kenneth could use it to aid his search for the white pup's attacker. The image of her lying in the swamps haunted him wherever he went, whether it be when he was awake or asleep and he was determined to find who did it.

Bastard. Who would kill the Alphess's daughter for god's sake? It was just inviting danger and death most of all, with the woods being the brotherhood's base. Whoever attacked the girl was an idiot, coward and an utter beast altogether. Today, Kenneth slunked through the woods, lost in deep in thought until his eyes caught the form of a youth, another child of Meldresi's.