Blackfeather Woods tell me what you want

Damien had spent many days thinking alone how he would make Grimnir suffer. He had gone over every possibility he had including, of course, dismemberment. The questions Cicero asked were accurate in that sense.

"It seems only fair to start with his eyes..." he said viciously, eyes glitning and his lips slowly forming a malicious smile. This was one topic that Damien enjoyed, and even if Cicero touched only to be closer to Damien, he enjoyed sharing it with his brother.

In spite of what Cicero might have thought of Blackfeather Woods, Damien didn't see the pack to be fit for savages like Grimnir. Their mother, Meldresi, was one of the most studied wolves probably everyone in the pack would ever get to meet, and civility was always a must. But that did not mean that she didn't have a certain darkness inside of her, and she would definitely not be afraid to kill. That was the kind of wolves Damien thought were fit to get in the Brotherhood, or even the pack. Wolves like himself, Cicero and Potema.