Blackfeather Woods glowing like prey in the forest of death

Oooh! Aries arrived not long before (18th), so they're both pretty new here! *shoves Aries over*

Aries - or Neo, as he had recently named himself - was simply exploring. Getting a feel for the land that was his new home. He did not regret coming here, though he was sure by now that his parents were worried and most likely searching everywhere for him. Too bad. They would not find him, he did not think. Under the new, adopted character of Neo, he was safe. He would have to be on his guard, just in case, but he believed that Dakarai and Olive would not be brave enough to search the Blackfeather Court for him, and even if they were he doubted they would make it far before being caught. 

The boy, a spiderling now, was being cared for by Nyx. She had brought him here, and he had only met her so far, so he was curious when he came across the scent of another youngster. Neo was certain that he could make an appearance - after all, the scent of the fellow pup was not yet completely mingled with that of the Blackfeather wolves. Then again, his own wasn't either, though it was more so than this strangers. With his small tail raised and bulky form held high, he approached. 

The white pelt was easily spotted in the darkness of the woods, and the Svartell child had no trouble finding him. Stepping out into clear view, he chuffed a greeting, wondering what to make of the other. His posture was dominant, though certainly far lesser than that of the Speaker, whom he respected greatly already. He was still just a spiderling, and did not recognise himself as anything but - those higher than him were to be respected. After all, one would be smart to not get on the wrong side of these wolves - it was clear, right at their borders, that they would not be hesitant to kill. Those borders, marked with blood and gruesome remains, were an obvious sign that they did not mess around.