Dawnlark Plains curiosity

There had been a time when Spartacus thought Blackfeather Woods would be his permanent home, unfortunately, that was not happening. There had also been a time when he aimed to become a Dark Brother of the Dark Brotherhood, but those times were gone. He did not wish to murder someone or spy on other packs just because some coward was too craven to do it themselves. He did not want to do someone else's dirty work. It was dishonorable, and he did not murder those who did not deserve it no matter what. Some might think him foolish, but to him, it was normal.


Perhaps his time with the Romans had changed him for the better after all.

"Kenneth," he offered the boy with a gentle tilt of his head. The wolves of Blackfeather did not need to know that he had changed his name now, it would endanger him if they ever seeked revenge on him for leaving (why would they do that though?) and besides, he felt as if he had been Kenneth there in the Woods, but he wasn't that black bastard here anymore. He was a Roman here in the North. He was Spartacus Mavortis the Roman Gladiator here, and Kenneth Gloom the exiled bastard in Blackfeather Woods.

"Yes," he gave a shrug. "The North is my home."