Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

The way Kenneth smiled at him and stared right into his eyes brought images to the adolescent pup's mind. Brighter images, but with the same white eyes. He knew he had seen those eyes before, not only on him, but he thought he would never again see them in anyone else.

Those were his father's eyes.

Damien's mind went into a shock state as the images and memories of his few interactions with Bane ran through, and for a moment Damien felt the need to cry. A single tear, not exactly of sadness or joy, ran down his cheek. But he didn't feel anything different. He was just confused. But then another thought crossed his mind. Ohen had white eyes too, and he wasn't related to him as far as he knew, so why would this one be?

"I'm Damien Mehrunes. Meldresi is my mother..." he said, just the way he did when he introduced himself with any other wolf. "Where do you come from?"