Blackfeather Woods silence & I

I CAN FINALLY REPLY
My god, this will be a good thread :o

The hunger had long started kicking in. Even Damien, who was used to snatching good part of every kill the pack made had started losing weight, not the mighty prince of Blackfeather Woods he was supposed to be anymore. All he could do, while not watching life develop from the darkest of shadows, or looking for whatever edible thing he could find, was pretending he could get any nourishment from gnawing on the remains of previous kills, no more than bare bones. Damien trapped a femur under his large paws while savaging the rest. Sometimes, when he managed to get to the soft core with his teeth, he could still savor the taste of flesh. He missed that taste.

Her voice did not take Damien by surprise. Nothing did these days, but he wasn't quite expecting for Nemesis to be looking specifically for him. Their relationship had always been a strange one, fueled by competition, which wasn't always a bad thing. And still, the young shadow did not take long to identify where she was coming from.

Damien looked up with calm eyes, trying to read her intentions to confirm what he suspected. She was talking about Malice.

"I know," he stated, his face matching Nemesis' own look of displeasure. "but I won't allow it," he said, leaving the meaning of that up to Nemesis' own interpretation.