Blackfeather Woods meet me on the battlefield, even on the darkest night

Damien would deny it, but he was curious about the newest recruit in Blackfeather Woods. It had come in the form of a pup, some sort of replacement to what Burke had both forced into and stolen from the pack. It had turned out to be true, tough, all of it; the Dark Brotherhood needed to breed their own recruits rather than hope many more would come willingly and take the culture. It was much more secure that way, it almost gave him a warranty that they would become of use to the brotherhood.

Silently the wraith walked into the clearing of Spiderlings' Glen to find the little thing laying silently under the stars. He watched from a distance, trying to measure the girl's age. She was probably not older than two months, just about the time they started talking. He came a little closer to inspect the seemingly sleeping creatire, and ran his cold nose over her fur as he sniffed his way up her spine.