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

Litter crunched underpaw as Atshen waded through the shadows of Blackfeather Woods. He was in relatively good spirits and had spent a portion of his day meandering through the Brotherhood's claim. Atshen was not a wolf who spent his time productively. Instead, keeping to his mother's claim, he'd wander most days until he came across something that caught his attention. This usually came in the form of a woodland creature and Atshen would make slow work of its demise. 

Today was different though, and Atshen was informed of this as his mother's summonings drew him to the borders. He heeded her call almost instantly, bringing himself to her position upon the borders swiftly. Well-toned muscles rippled under his dark coat as he navigated through the uneven terrain, carrying himself dutifully to answer Nemesis' beckoning. 

"Mother," rumbled Atshen affectionate once she was in view. Out of respect, the Silencer lowered himself in submission, his tail hinging, and his ear flat as he proceeded to place himself before her. Curiosity swam about his irises, but he did not voice such questions once he reached up to nip affectionately at her chin. Instead, Atshen pulled away, his eyes speaking volumes despite his placid expression.