Blackfeather Woods Once a year we celebrate

Fear was enough reason to obey for Damien. It came as a handy tool when individuals like Alexander knew not where to stop pushing boundaries. The boy had come to Blackfeather Woods as an offering from his father to the Brotherhood, some sort of investment that, so far, had not paid off. An urge to snap the yearling's neck broken made Damien's lip twitch again, but he held back again, letting off steam through a gurgling snarl instead.

"That's exactly where you're wrong," pointed the shadow prince before having pulled back, "You are the one that need to earn that respect, that's why everyone remains superior to you still," he explained as though it was obvious. There was, indeed, a fire in Xan's soul, he had many things right, but that potential needed to be put to use or he would become disposable for Blackfeather Woods' purpose.

"It could change everything," was what Damien answered to Xan's seemingly rhetorical question. So far there had been no confirmation to where or how far Xan wanted to go, but Damien wouldn't be the one to hold him back.

Another question was laid out, one to which Damien probably didn't have an answer that would please the young Inuit. "Your parents would," he answered, "And they are my family too," he added, but fell silent afterwards, expecting the boy to make up his mind.