Blackfeather Woods a wolf hunts a mouse. the reason will make you cry

He had become to grow tired of giving a false name to those within the pack, and had begun to revert to calling himself Aries. For, although Neo was a name he'd taken up to hide his identity, he registered that he no longer needed to do this anymore. So what if his family found his whereabouts now? Cassiopeia hadn't cared all that much. She herself had taken a place in the Woods for a time. So perhaps when he introduced himself yet again, he would say his birth name, Aries, rather than that other name he had grown weary of. Aries felt more like him. He had adapted, no longer was he the youngster born in Teaghlaigh and moved to Moonspear - he was simply a soldier of the darkness. A dark heart he lay claim to, but he had not been oblivious to this. No, rather he welcomed it as if it was a child of his own.

The younger boy, beginning to relax his posture, still maintained his interest. Ever protective of his kill, though he could not be blamed for this - Aries himself would have guarded his in a similar way. But the Svartell child did not wish to steal the corpse of this mouse, no. The sudden chirp of the pup was unexpected but again, the energy of those younger than himself did not ever fail to startle him slightly. He gave a slight tilt of his head, a solemn nod, though his eyes sparkled a little with amusement. The childish way of speaking made the corners of his lips curl into a faint smile. "Who might you be, little one?" His deep voice inquired, still wondering if this was another child from the litter Maegi had been born into.