Blackfeather Woods There's no such thing as sweeter a sting

The Night was peaceful. Her chosen destiny did not lie with some lover anymore, it lied with the woods. Serving her father, her wolves, was what she was born for after all, still never having been told she had been promised to a man. Although, if someone had told her, she would not have been shocked. Nemesis seemed like the woman to sell off her own children for success. A life could simply not be promised though. The Night surely could not be sold off.

The speckled woman slipped through the shadows after having refreshed the borders, the wounds on her ear and chest having healed (mostly due to The Healer's wonders), and she couldn't say she disliked the notch in her ear. Symmetry was boring, she found. Imperfections held beauty. It was probably why she had been drawn to Damien in the first place. It was not all a lust for power, even though that sinful wish had indeed played a part.

Nyx was sitting in a quiet place of the woods, eyes and ears alert. Ever since the two spiderlings had been threatened by a hissing beast, Nyx had been quite on edge. Patrolling and looking for any other unwanted guests had become quite the priority for the defender, not wanting one of their own killed now that there were already so many lost. She had noted Damien's scent, yet did not expect him to come and pursue her after their paths had parted.