Blackfeather Woods dark hiding place

It didn't take much scrutiny to figure out what he was being called for. Potema had done such thing repeatedly over the course of the last few weeks, and every time she brought yet another lost soul in search for shelter in Blackfeather Woods.

Having been in watch along the borders, it took Damien but a moment to find his sister awaiting at the edge of the territory. He, the master, steeped out of the shadows heedlessly, stating his level with high signals, and approached with sure foot. But one thing took him by surprise. This time, it was not a pup that hid behind the witch's skirts, but a tall creature with sharp bones. The dark prince looked up and down at him, scanning his body with despise. He did not speak a word, but when his eyes finally sought out his sister they were full of questions.