Blackfeather Woods My pride is no longer inside

Scamp was usually lurking somewhere in the dark woods, be it looking for Damien or being his shadow. Today brought luck: his Master was just ahead, his scent strong. There were other scents, too, but only the one he knew as Damiens sister was the only one he knew. The other didn't belong here, and the fact brought the Blackfeather to a gallop. He came into view of the trio much sooner than he'd thought, slamming on the breaks and slipping a little in the mud, but otherwise keeping on his now brown paws and reaching Damien's flank. His fiery lips pulled back in a viscious snarl, feeling the tension in the air, and allowed his hackles to raise to full mast right away. With but a word from his Dark Master, he would lunge and rip at whatever he could; for now, though, she was safe.