Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

Morning pissing had never been as dull as that particular morning pissing. Damien was used to seeing, smelling and living the gore that used to decorate their borders, but that has history. Still unsure of why they'd made that choice, Damien decided to stalk by the path traced by their markings, reliving those times he'd mounted guard with Burke. He was sure the old man was gone by now and deeply regretted not having said more in their last meeting, but there were other things he could still do to honor his memory.

His thoughts went on and deeper, dragging out what was supposed to be a short stroll into a full patrol, and at some point his attention was kicked back into reality by the sight of a spiderling walking back and forth at what happened to be the exact spot at which he'd met with Relmyna at his arrival just a couple nights before.

Perhaps I could help looking? he barked after a few seconds observing from a distance, noticing how determined she seemed to be about finding that lost something. Damien was calm, sure of himself unlike he'd been the last time within the darkness of home.