Blackfeather Woods Silver, black and red.

Scamp Blackfeather's life had taken a good turn, and though he still couldnt figure out how to form the words he'd learned, he was becoming more aware. Today he was tramping his way through the forest on his own, looking for Damien. He was thee Dark Master, the leader Scamp had wished for, and the dark man had taken him in as a sort of minion, it seemed. 
He came across a pretty white female this day, and was drawn to her aura of power just as he was the forest itself. He stopped a couple paces away with a chuff of greeting, tipping his face curiously at her and cupping his flame colored ears towards Potema.