Blackfeather Woods OHMIGOD

At first his face couldn't help but pull away from Potema's reeking breath, ears flat to his head as she snapped at him with a hidden rage. He dared not say a word, giving her the time she needed to go over her dreadful situation, before he stepped forward with a straight face and tail high with confidence.

"I don't care about the number or the name," he said, voice deep as he regained control of the room, managing somehow to be as cold as he was comprehensive. "What matters is that you succeeded... Well done sister," he finished planting a kiss on Potema's forehead regardless of any opposition she might put.

"You know we're doing this for Blackfeather, right?" he said then, after a moment of silence in which Damien intended to give his sister time to clean herself up a little. Despite his disregard of Potema's thoughts on his request there was a part of him that felt guilty for forcing this upon his own sister... But they had agreed that this was the best for the pack, hadn't they?