Blackfeather Woods from dancing mice to psychopaths

Sorry for the wait!
I'm excited about this :D

Things did not seem to change much for Damien since his ascension to leadership. Everything had changed, of course, but the shadow prince did not feel any different about himself. His mindset was exactly the same, and he would implement his ideas to the pack, he needed to make it great again.

Leading the pack meant his scent had to be stronger than ever through and through. He had done his best to cover as much terrain as he could, but he'd had to reduce his radius anyhow because there weren't enough members, or energy to patrol the entire forest, but Damien tried.

A howl broke the forest's perpetual silence as Damien marked yet another bush. He didn't react, used to someone else being responsible of such duty, but then he realized Burke wasn't there anymore. He sighed and turned around to search the caller, which happened to be a couple of wolves. The smell of sea was faint, but it was strong enough for Damien to make his sensitive nose itch. Damien examined them the same way he did every other new wolf he encountered, coldly and apathetically. Their aspects did not impress him much, but it was clear they would be doing a lot better wasn't it for the plague that had effected them all.

"Names," demanded the dark prince with authority and a high tail to match.

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