Blackfeather Woods But now here we are

The Reaper felt a strong surge of relief when they came upon the shadowed Woods once more, appreciating the darkness that surrounded the group once they passed the bloody edges marking the domain of the Blackfeather wolves. The still silence was a comforting absence of sound as he followed Kove where he led them, large paws travelling quietly upon any of the snow that had managed to pass through the canopy above the creatures.

When the Listener halted, the group did too, and Aries lowered himself onto his haunches to listen to the speech that followed. His ashen ears cupped forward, iced orbs intentively trained on the pale figure as he continued to speak. The words held an air of wisdom that could only come from age and experience, for it was more than clear that this man was not a youth with little knowledge of the world. A voice spoke up after, somebody offering thanks, and the Svartell recognised the tone as Nyx, head turning slightly to gaze at her. Indeed, they had not spoken much - perhaps now they were home he could invite her to hunt with him again, for her presence was one of the very few she enjoyed. Maegi, too, made an appearance, and the boy sent her a nod as she emerged from the shadows with her ears pinned against her skull.

In his mind, he was preparing himself for vigorous training, a strong determination to prove himself a truly worthy fighter and opponent, a desire to show himself a reputable mercenary a nagging at the back of his head. Of course it could be his childhood-born arrogant wish for power, but in this time he did not care about that, only wishing to defend the Woods that he resided within.