What do you do when the devil comes for you?

Damien had doubted it, but it seemed like Grimnir knew what was good for his family. He handed Baldur over, and Damein, after staring blankly at him for a second took the pup by the scruff and walked away with Cicero, who didn't leave his side during the rough time that was ahead of them.

Damien, who had been caught by the swamp waters before being saved by Burke, had swallowed a lot of dirty water during his time of unconciousness, and his lungs were showing the sings of it. His breathing was troubled, and he felt his blood go thiner inside him. He got dizzy almost from the moment he got up at the Glen, and now things were very confusing. He knew that he was being followed by Cicero, which was comforting. His brother would never let anything happen to him, Damien was sure of it. But he had a life in his hands and he needed to find a safe place for them.

Suddenly, Damien felt the water catching up with them again, swamping their heels, and Damien had to make a quick decision. He was lost already, the shadows of Blackfeather seemed alien to him in his fuzzy state of mind, but one thing seemed to be clearer. The water was running west with them, and they needed to change directions. Turning south was the first reaction out of Damien's instinct, which told him south was dry. And so, the Dark child, his brother and their new toy delved into the darkness, away from the pack, to safety, to uncertainty.