Blackfeather Woods Into The Darkness.... Or Not

Nemesis' gaze didn't shiver, didn't move, not even after he'd bowed to the earth. His head didn't move from between his paws, but his ears pinned back and his lips curled. He panted lightly, only just noticable, from stress, and from holding himself back. He had to stay here if he were to be with Damien, and if this woman was his equal then Scamp would bow.... For the time being. She scoffed at him, pressed harder on his thin layer of civil thoughts. Instinct was something he'd grown up living off of, but the wolves here were further along in socialization than the yearling. It wasn't that he wasn't smart, he just hadn't ever known the world that they did, didn't know words. In time, though.... He would evolve. A low growl rumbled in his chest, barely audible, and his aqua eyes slid completely in the other direction.