Blackfeather Woods the rains of castamere

Winter was finally upon the Teekon Wilderness and with it came a bone-chilling wind from the north. Despite this, the eldest of Kove and Nemesis’ brood found himself scouring the fog-laced lands. At nearly four months old, Atshen had learned much in his time on earth, but there was still much for him to learn. His body was ever-growing and it was growing apparent that Atshen would grow to be the largest of his litter.

Stalking silently, the eldest slipped through the shadows with the smell of @Nemesis fresh in his nostrils. Baby blue eyes, which were now flecked with lava, scanned the wooded lands as he attempted to find _mother_. He often kept to himself, unless the opportunity to screw with his siblings came about or either of his parents caught his attention, and this day was clearly no exception to the normality that was his established routine.