Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

The child turned and looked at him, it had his pelt, one of the shadows and darkness and his eyes to match, though he bore a white patch on his chest. It made the exiled wolf wonder who was the father, for he had only known Meldresi as one of the parents but had never known who had fucked her and given her kids. But those eyes, those eyes that looked like frozen ice, like a fresh layer of snow, gave the black wolf a sort of hint. What it was though, he did not know.

At the boy's question, the exiled prince simply stared back into the night child's eyes as he contemplated how to answer. A shadowy smile touched his dark features as he cocked his head in a birdlike manner and answered softly, "Kenneth," he said and with an afterthought, added "Kenneth...Gloom."  His smile switched briefly to a smirk before vanishing altogether.