Blackfeather Woods all those who are not us, are our enemies

She is ready to leave. With Teaghlaigh defeated, or so she believes, moral is at its high as the wraith ready's her departure. But she does not leave without the very reason she does so, those who she leaves for. Her son. The woman has little doubt within her mind that her child will follow, for the temptation of a mantle so grand as she is willing to give him will not simply slip from the ambitions of the boy. He is not overly calculative, but he knows where the opportunities are at; Blackfeather no longer holds a home for her and her kin, and with that, any chance that those of her own blood have at grasping ultimate power are slim to none. Damien will not let it happen, she is sure she does not need to remind @Atshen of that. The boy has experienced first hand the hate on which the blood of his mother is so vilely detested, there is little arguement as to why he should stay. Nemesis does not expect him to waver hesitant to leave a place he knows he will never be able to rule, and next to nothing that will urge him to stay. Summoning the child with a short, private howl, she paces the borders of the dark woods in anticipation as to what will come.