Bearclaw Valley Three Musketeers

Sadly, Damien did not share Cicero's morals or ethics in life. He was young, and bold, and he knew little about the outside world unlike his brother or sister. He had never come out of his dark sanctuary before, and his mind often took him to more internal matters than socializing. He was an odd child, not like many others, probably unique, and he was slowly turning into a twisted member of a society he did not fit in.

Cicero's words came as a surprise to the dark child. He had never heard his brother talk like that before, but the conversation they'd had before in which his sibling had started to demonstrate his deep insight and psichological development should have been a clue of it. He sounded a lot like Burke, so clever -no- so wise...

The night child quickly pushed those thoughts aside when Raziel mentioned Kove's new status in the pack, whic also came as a surprise to the proud teenager. His ears fell back, flat on his skull and his wagging tail went still in a fraction of a second. Things were going to be a lot different than they were supposed to be, he had messages from mother that he had to deliver to Kove, but it would be different if he was no longer Alpha.

As they arrived to Scarlett's den, the elder pup took the front as they were introduced. He bowed his head, giving Scarlett the respect she deserved for her higher status. She was the Alpha after all, and every friend of Kove's was a friend of Blackfeather Woods. "My mother sends her regards, and thanks you for having us as your guests." the dark child said with a regal tone, just like his mother had taught him so. "We pray for the night mother to hide your children in the shadows." he said, meant as a good thing for as strange as it might sound.