Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

There was some satisfaction having a pull over others, she could not deny. She met the gaze of Damien, her expression mirrored the new found leader of the Dark Brotherhood. Yet, something nagged at her, warning her that their partnership would be a fickle thing; two wolves of the same determination did not mix, she knew. Damien was rash, arrogant, and Nemesis would not be tied down by another. While Damien called himself the Dark Master, she knew he would never see her as an equal. She would never see him as anything more than a pompous boy. Some day, they would clash, she knew but she would not be the one to submit to the feet of a boy she had conquered before. Nemesis would not submit to anyone again, as long as she lived. Burke's reign had taught her all leaders were corrupt, she had little hope Damien would prove to be different after all she had seen come from him. Still, she did not think he was ready for such a title. Yet, at least now, she shared a similar reign, one that she would not be letting go of any time soon.

With that, her head swung back howling her claim with them. Even as she howled, she could not shake loose her previous thoughts. It was true, she had supported the idea of the spiderlings becoming apart of the brotherhood without real training, but she would have never anticipated it being under the circumstances it currently was. She willed the morbid ideas that this was the dawn of a new destruction away, her paranoia was just what it was, nerves. As the group slunk from view, the meeting dismissed, the sought out private shelter to think.