Blackfeather Woods fairly local

It wasn't like Damien believed himself to be above the law, he simply didn't see them as barriers. Walking into Redgrove had not been a huge deal for him that day, he had been wanting to visit his mother's remains for once, grieve alone, and so he did. If he was asked he would say he could feel Meldresi's presence still lingering around her now clean bones, like relics, something to draw energy from. It didn't feel appropriate leaving them to rot, be consumed by the wilderness, Damien would have a word with Burke about it later.

As he walked out of the red-stained field, Damien caught a glimpse of a shadow walk by. At first he thought it was Cicero, their body shape being similar, but as he cut the distance he realized it was Nemesis who he'd been following. Ironically, It was Nemesis who had been seeking him, and there she was, ignoring Damien's presence just behind her. There were things between her and Damien that were yet to be figured out, they were rivals, that was clear, but Damien had never given her enough importance as to entitle her as his enemy. Damien respected the fact that Nemesis had earned a spot in the leadership tier, of course, she had worked hard for it and had proved her loyalty plenty of times to Burke and the pack. But that did not mean Damien liked it. He was just as worthy of that title as Nemesis was, and she'd proved to be one of Damien's few worthy opponents.