Blackfeather Woods Once a year we celebrate

Sorry about the length, Kuro!
I'll make an effort to match your posts if I ever catch up with all my threads *cries*

Damien wouldn't have guessed it was the young Inuit's birth day that day. He happened to encounter the pale boy by chance, having been scanning over the land to see if there were any signs of the herds returning. He had found none, and felt powerless against the hunger.

The boy was idle, and Damien approached silently. He held his tail high, as if announcing he was in charge now as opposed to the last time they'd truly interacted. Xan had been a pain in the ass just months ago, but Damien had the intention to see where Kove's son future pointed now that he was more adult-like.