Blackfeather Woods To Be Alone

No matter how great their age difference might be, there were undeniable feelings of relief and honour as the shadow responded to his words. It was comforting to know that, despite his mistakes, he still had a place within the Woods. Of course, Meldresi had assured him of the very same thing back when he’d returned home, but with her having departed from their world, he hadn’t been able to keep himself from reverting back to his original thoughts. He’d felt displaced by the sudden death, as well as the fact that a man who did not currently like him was the one leading the pack. It’d been concerning, for a while there, as he’d been unable to determine what his fate would be. Whether he’d be sent far away from Blackfeather, or permitted to remain within his home. Damien, while not of a leading rank, confirmed that the latter would be the case for him, if only because he could not see himself as being capable of being dragged away his young friend again.

To make things better, it seemed as if his son was to learn beneath the older boy. Whether the idea to do so was entirely his own or not made no difference in the Inuit’s mind, for he was simply happy that his child would not be left to his own devices constantly. Kove could provide guidance for the boy, that was a given, but he did not share the same sense of direction, and therefore could not always be there to give him valuable insight. That, however, was not the case for Damien, who was a fine warrior already—the same lifestyle the elder suspected Alexander wished to pursue. In spite of his strong suspicions, he could not decide with full certainty of what his clone might say in response to the proposal he’d been given. Learning was an easy thing for him, and the pursuit of knowledge never ceased to catch the younger’s interest, but the father feared that stubbornness might ruin the wonderful opportunity he’d been given. Silently, and with unknown anxieties, Kove awaited the words that would seal the life his heir would live.