Blackfeather Woods And burn the gloomy world to ashes

Set right after his thread with Adelina. @Akela

Things in the woods were calm, or so the boy believed. Back in the valley, there had almost always been something happening, even if it was just one of his sisters doing who-knows-what. He found his new home to be quiet, which was something he liked and had always wished for, but after awhile he was left uncertain of what to do. There appeared to be no one around he could play with—if his “playing” could even be considered that. It was more like there was no one to roughhouse, or cause trouble, with. It seemed the only wolves in the woods were adults, and after having butted heads with Raziel in the past, he wasn’t entirely sure if targeting an elder lupine was a good thing. They were much larger than himself, capable of far more and knowledgeable in the ways of fighting. Then again, he’d been smaller back when he’d gone after the Roman, so perhaps it’d be different for him now. He hoped so, at least, because though the woman’s lesson had been highly fascinating, it had ended, and now he wished to do something else. Something that could, possibly, help him relieve the stress he didn’t even realize he had over the separation of his family.
 
Figuring he’d do best against his father, as he knew the older Inuit wouldn’t maim him, the boy started in the direction he’d originally come from. Alexander had walked a long ways, but was still confident in his ability to get back. He hoped Kove was there, but couldn’t be certain of his presence just yet. With a burning determination, the child marched forward, but ended up coming to a stop when he caught the scent of something—or, rather, someone. Taking in another breath through his nose, he was presented with the smell of a foreign wolf. Not thinking much of it, since majority of Blackfeather was foreign to him, he continued onward.