Bearclaw Valley fix you

Damien growled when Potema poked his belly. He wasn't fat; all of him was muscle, and he was not enjoying the joke, it was clear by the way he was looking at his siblings, like he wanted to rip their heads off. He would let them know what he thought later, when Scarlett wasn't around to witness the atrocities he would commit. And at the moment he tried to concentrate in the question he'd made to Scarlett, and the response she'd given.

Damien was not interested in the pups, like Cicero believed. He was interested in the way things were arranged with the packs, how the relationship between Blackfeather Woods and Bearclaw Valley worked. It clearly wasn't a strong bond, and Damien saw little to what was supposedly an "alliance", and his question about the pups was out of curiosity. Maybe Kove would show his loyalty by offering his own children to the brotherhood. He was certainly not showing it in any other form...

The night child sensed his brother go, and after him, Potema followed, not before licking Scarlett's chin courteously. It was time to go. Damien had no other business here, and he was actually itching to go home. He needed time alone, in real silence and darkness. This was no place for him. He wasn't as adaptable as Potema.

Damien nodded, he was not a talkative boy, and then parted to somewhere darker in Bearclaw Valley, if he was lucky enough to find it.