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

In a leap of faith, or perhaps pure curiosity, the small one dares to look up at Damien and recognize his face. The Dark youth notices her discomfort, and takes one step back to prevent making it feel like he was trying to harm her. So far she hadn't spoken one word, and Damien realized it was too soon for her to do so.

Her head spun around, trying to locate the safety of the den, but couldn't make herself stand up to try the run. Damien leaned down to touch the ground with his belly, and settled himself in a similar position to that of Xivilai.

"Do you know where the stars come from?" asked the dark master with added warmth to his voice. He looked up, eyes gleaming with a thousand reflections, and soaked with memories of his mother. "They were made," he assured, remembering one of Meldresi's epic tales, and looked down again to meet the pup's eyes once more, trying to gauge her interest in the story.