Blackfeather Woods Great big world

Pale eyes squint at the sight of Potema's foundling waving his way across the clearing. He had been resting, hiding in a dark place, concealed in shadows, when the noisy waddling of the kid broke his slumber. He was doing it all wrong, from the way he walked to the path he'd chosen to do so. He was bathing himself under the light instead of prowling in the shadow, and an itch made the Dark Master rise to correct him.

Damien had little hope of the pup staying within Blackfeather Woods for too long. He had been found at an advanced age, and if it was given some thought the boy had probably already escaped at least one pack before if he was alone when Potema found him. But in all honesty Damien didn't really care if he stayed or left. But for now, there were things he needed to do like everyone else that would improve his chances of staying would he want that.

With head low and slow moves Damien came out of his hiding spot, blocking the pup's way and staring right at him as though he was waiting for an explanation of his activities. Testing him in every way he could was the only way he knew whether the child had at least some potential.