Blackfeather Woods The Great Unknown

Days seemed to have passed since Vandal's uneasy acceptance into the pack, the male having found himself settling in unnervingly well as the time went on. As the sun rose in the morning, till the time that it descended in the night, Vandal had ventured to few unique areas within the territory, though for being a fresh member, Vandal remembered to keep himself on a tight leash, especially when it came to roaming through certain domains within the lands that he now called home. There was one place in particular that seemed to always grasp his attention every time he went for a wonder. The Redgrove. Van didn't know why exactly, though he sometimes thought that; maybe it was due to the bright, crimson shade of the roses amongst the darkness? Or, possibly the mystery as to how they seemed to flourish, and still so beautifully in such a place as this? Regardless, the silver and white male smiled as he approached the scarlet bed, large paws crushing the dead leaves upon the ground as he came to a halt before the Redgrove.

Darkened silver ears twitched a top his head as he caught the distance sound of water; a stream his pack mates called, Otter's creek. Vandal's cold sapphire eyes glanced away from the grove and in the streams direction, leathery nose twitching as he scented the cold, morning air. As he grew comfortable within his new home, Vandal began to ponder on what was needed of him to keep his place secure within the pack. It was also unknown to the young male that this was no ordinary pack that he'd managed to get himself into. If he did manage to survive it in this place and come through on his word, and become what was needed of him, then maybe, just maybe; other opportunities would open up for him here.