Blackfeather Woods Silence

Canine sought a packmate to bond with, but it was his Dark Master's scent that reached out and pulled the charcoal mans paws inwards. It wasn't long before Damien's ebony pelt was only just distinguished from the shadows, and Canine loosed a friendly chuff of greeting. Lowering his crimson tail and ears in submission, Canine slunk over to the larger male and licked at the corners of his mouth. This was a man who was worth following, worth bowing to. Damien would get whatever he wanted from the young male, if the Spiderling was willing to  put the effort into it.