Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

Sorry for the delay... Been busy with the formation of HP and finals :P

The time he spent in the shadows was the time when he felt most in control of everything. If he knew how to do it right, he would be able to silently get into a conversation for good information. If he knew what path to take, he would be able to get as far as he wanted, even dissapear, and no one would even know it. But today it seemed like he had lacked the focus he needed to do that, because he had been surprised by an adult, one that on his sight, made Damien's full attention fall into him.

The wolf was tall and broad, black as night, and his face made the pup's memories itch. Those eyes he had only seen on two wolves in his entire life. In the wolf that he knew he once learned to call "dad", and on himself. No one else. It wasn't a surprise that the night boy became uterly curous about them.

"Who are you?" the boy asked staring directly, and intensely, into the Borealem's eyes. He even tilted his head in bewilderment. There had to be a story behind those eyes that would answer all the boy's questions, but he would need to ask the right ones.