Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

Life was looking up more every day. With the plants in recovery and the forest slowly coming to it's former abundance once more, Blackfeater Woods was back on track and growing stronger. Damien's physique showed just what that meant, he'd been gaining weight again just like everyone else, and his muscle was taking shape once more. He did not look like the wolf he was once, but he sure looked tougher.

Ruling Blackfeather Woods was not what he'd always imagined. In fact, Damien didn't even have a clear picture of what it was to be leader before he got there; he had always been on top, at least in his opinion, but ruling was nothing like it.

Except for the occasional border visit, Damien kept to the heart of Blackfeather Woods most of the times, going around, watching from the shadows. He had a feeling that Kendra was up to something, she had been acting strangely lately. Of course, she had lost her dad, but not even when Pietro died did she act in such a mysterious way. She was... Different. Damien felt guilty for how poorly he had handled the situation, getting nowhere close to the affection that Cicero seemed to give her. But Damien had promised something, and he was there to keep it.

"Do you know where Kendra is, by any chance?" asked the young shadow the second he crossed paths with Cicero. He ignored the fact that his brother had just eaten a toxic plant, and the bundle of herbs at the paws did not mean much to him. He was looking for Kendra, and his mind was known to not be very good at focusing on more than one thing at once.