Wild Berry Meadow the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk.

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The arctic white of his fur blends perfectly with his surroundings as Bane navigates his way back to the mountains. Blackfeather Woods' dark figure make the same sharp contrast as ever in the distance with the great expanse of snow that surrounds it, but the ideals which had taken the former Dark Brother back to the dark forest had somewhat changed after his short visit, leaving the arctic beast confused and thoughtful as he tries to decide what to do next.

Something interesting had been forming with Athan and his queer protegee, Bane thought, and for now that was as much -or as little- as he could claim to have, and so his path was set towards them. But there was a bump on that path, one that Bane almost didn't see digging down in the deep snow as he drifted away in thoughts. But the Northern man halted in his tracks before colliding with the stranger and barked an alert of his presence.

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