Blackfeather Woods Utjitunnik

As Damien stopped, the ghost did so as well. He looked towards the younger male, silently questioning what it was that has stopped him—and, by doing so, he’d caught sight of the distrust. His own expression turned neutral, leaving nothing to be seen whilst he thought back over his words, wondering if he might have said something to cause such a reaction. All thoughts were dropped the second the prince opened his mouth, however, the question and tone that spoke it revealing all that he needed to know. He shook his head, asking, “How could I not?” Several steps forward were taken, bringing him to stand next to his friend as he pointed his muzzle towards the woods. “This is Blackfeather, the home of the Brotherhood and where you were born,” he explained. “If we can’t strengthen our ranks, then we have failed your mother, and I can’t let myself believe that we’d let that happen.” To not ensure that the Priestess’ legacy lived on was something that he couldn’t do.

“Meldresi was a great leader,” Kove continued. “And I’m sure she passed that trait down to you and your siblings.” He kept from mentioning Bane, though his fellow northerner hadn’t been too bad of a man, either. From what the Inuk had seen, he and Meldresi had functioned well together until his abandonment of the woods—of the Brotherhood. Still, whatever positive qualities he had possessed, surely must have been passed down to the Spiderlings, just as their mother’s had.