Blackfeather Woods Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.

Recently, everything had seemed strange to the male; the thought of knowing that he was now apart of something much bigger than himself. That he was now, a new member of the pack that resided within this darkened forest. And as he roamed, Vandal couldn't help but think about keeping to his word, recalling what he had said to Nemesis at the borders. The silver and white male, licked at his muzzle thoughtfully, ears pivoting a top his head as he pondered on how he would manage to prove his worth to his superiors, hopefully securing himself a permanent place amongst the others wolves of the wood. Though the question was, what did they need from him?

Leathery nose twitched as his nostrils flared, inhaling the many aromas around him. Though the one that stuck out most, instantly catching his attention was the scent of an unfamiliar wolf, this unknown male's odour drifting to Tyro's nose by the cold, shallow breeze that swept through the terrain. His dark silver ears flicked foward as he slowly peered ahead curiously, Van's cold blue eyes searching the land for the approaching figure. The brute's white socked paws coming to a halt, Vandal's tongue flicking out from his muzzle once more as he licked his lips slowly, gradually allowing a small chuff to escape his throat.