Blackfeather Woods I'm not crying, I just got dust in my eye

I know... My jokes are lame :(

I'm telling you, the fog was being a bitch today. To say Damien could see further than three inches away from his face was pushing it, and it resulted in him bumping his nose with multiple roots and rocks, making his mood even worse.

And then Burke called.

The Damien that emerged from the low mist was a Damien some could think had materialized from pure anger. His nostrils were steaming, and his face was one nasty scowl, and of course, his chest was still rumbling with a deep growl.

"I'm fine," he lied, though his voice was so cold and austere it was probably better to leave Damien be.