Blackfeather Woods the friends inside of my head

This time, there were two words, or rather names, that the Blackfeather knew, and the rest, well, he could only assume he was asking where the Master was from his tone. It still held a question, and with his name thrown in there he must've been asking for Scamp's opinion. 
His answer was a shrug, and his eyes swept around them as if Damien would appear any moment. Hopefully, he would! Clearly, he wasn't sleeping.