Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

For all Damien cared Burke was his father now, biological or not. He had been there longer than Bane, and he had seen him grow. All Bane had managed to do was leaving a void space in the dark pup's heart, and probably in his siblings' too. That is not being a father, not even if his northern blood ran through the brood's veins.

"Burke is my father..." the pup claimed, denying to himself the fact that he had been abandoned by his progenitor. Then Damien turned his gaze away, avoiding eye contact with the older male. It showd in his body language that he did not want to talk about the topic, but he still didn't leave his place, troubled inside on if he really didn't care about his origins. He was growing older and more intelligent with every passing day, and this was one of the main concerns in his head, his identity.

"Have you... Have you thought of joining the Brotherhood?" Damien spoke, trying to switch topics but not ending the conversation with -apparently- his uncle. He felt a strange connection with him, like his blood was pulling him towards this stranger.