Blackfeather Woods Smells like teen spirit

@Kendra! Sorry it took me so long :P

Damien had failed again. He'd been too slow, too weak to get any prey to share with his weakening family. He was worried he couldn't help them anymore, that they were all beyond saving, that the famine would take him and his siblings without mercy. He did not want that to happen, but he felt powerless against the odds this time.

The one that worried him the most was Kendra. She was close to adulthood and still in growth, but she worried him because he feared she would let herself be dragged by darkness like Cicero. He couldn't lose any more family, or he would go mad.

The dark prince sought his sister out, but he wasn't going to be her hero this day. He was empty handed, and with no idea what to say about Pietro's death. She was the one that suffered the most, and Damien hadn't been there for her. He had agreed with Potema that the young ones needed them, so he would put a front to his responsibilities now. He needed to get used to that if he was to take Burke down and step up for the pack.