Blackfeather Woods my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse

Normalcy has begun to settle in and in it Kahlil finds routine. He spares no thoughts of his biological family and though he misses in the dark of night when he cannot escape the catacomb of his dreams that which still calls out for her (though he is no longer able to deduce where it is his mother or twin) his memories are beginning to fade, whether it is because he is so young and bound to happen or because he wills it so with such a ferocity he cannot say. To survive among the Blackfeather Woods he must become one of them, as if he was born in these very woods as if he came from Nyx’s own womb. He must kill the lion and let the titan be born in full; and he’s almost succeeded. In a few more months as his physical transition continues both in growth and coloration so, too, will he be so consumed by Kahlil until there is nothing else left. It is the only way. To protect his Teaghlaigh even if he believes, in the depths of his heart, that he will never see them again.

He rises, sometimes before but mostly at the gentle kiss that Nyx leaves upon his crown each morning. It has become a motherly gesture that he does not always receive — especially if he wakes and leaves the den before her — but when he is a recipient of it he enjoys it. It is familiar to him now, and warm. A strange thing considering the harsh and dark culture the Blackfeather wolves have. This morning, he rises just a little before the sun begins it’s climb though it will be several hours before it breaks through the opaque canopy that yawns, seemingly endless, above him. He strays away from the borders simply because he has not yet been instructed how to deal with loners and does not want to be a nuisance to them before he could even be useful. Kahl still hates patrolling but it is a necessary evil and if anything he could take to an enforcer or intimidator role as he is better suited for being warrior over guardian, personal preferences aside.

He gives a small pause to stretch before he takes to the territory contented to explore and maybe seek his breakfast from a cache since he will be missing breakfast from Nyx. He is not yet old enough to hunt for himself (an annoying fact, that) but he feels a little bit better by his belief Neo cannot hunt for himself either as he has yet to see his rival (one of them anyway) brother hunting on his own (which does not mean Neo cannot hunt it simply means that Kahl gleefully assumes such as he had never witnessed it). Kahlil is all too eager to remind Neo forcibly that just because he is a month (or so) older than Kahl himself means nothing in terms of dominance and will not automatically see him victor. Kahl is tundrian and it is not in his blood to be submissive. Kahl wanders where he has yet to explore of the Woods, careful to avoid the places that Nyx had been diligent in informing and regularly reminding the boys to stay away from. Kahl dutifully gives those sub-territories a wide berth …for now, anyway.

There is a slight rumble in his stomach but for the moment he ignores it in favor of exploring lands yet uncharted to him assuming that he will stumble upon a meat cache eventually and can sate his hunger then.