Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

Kenneth didn't seem surprised at all when Damien told him that he knew who his twin was, but Damien wasn't surprised to see that Kenneth was expecting it either. He'd seemed aware of it since the very beginning even though he probably knew it was unlikely to ever find trace of his twin again. Damien had had a little time of connection with his father, but it had been so long ago, and he had been so young that not even a name had remained in his memory.

"I don't know what he's called. But he left long ago..." the pup said, this time looking right at Kenneth's white eyes, those eyes that he had already seen so long ago. His own eyes.

The pup wasn't completely sure that he wanted to see his biological father ever again, or that he would have the oportunity to do so, but he was sure that there was a void space in his heart, and it was the space Bane had left when he abandoned the pack, when he abandoned his pups. "He's not part of my life anymore."