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

Nyx was perhaps the only wolf that regarded the matters of Blackfeather Woods with the same seriousness as himself. Not to discredit everyone else's efforts, but For Damien the pack's agenda as the only thing above everything else. He believed that the pack's interests and his own were one and the same, which seemed to be the same for Nyx, and he loved discussing these matters with her.

For now we will have to work with the wolves we have. If they have stayed this long with Blackfeather Woods I think they deserve our loyalty as well. We need to prove to them that we can fulfill our promise. Aries, your ward, has become quite the specimen, for example. And Relmyna has beget my brother's pups. She's now bound to us by blood... We could put them both to good use, he started explaining with a tone and rhythm that suggested he'd already given thorough consideration to the situation in Blackfeather Woods. But if we really want to be successful we will need to raise our followers to think like us. In fact... We will breed them, he concluded, and he knew that both himself and Nyx knew what that took to accomplish.

Had she kept him waiting Damien would probably have run out of air and collapse. The silence she allowed to settle was killing him but, in the end he knew that her thinking through it was a good sign. And in the end Damien was rewarded for his patience. 'For The Woods' she'd said, and though Damien had actually expected a more sentimental response he had gotten what he wanted. After all they've been through Damien can finally call Nyx his mate, and his heart skips a beat just at the thought of that. However if there was anyone colder than Damien it was his muse herself. She simply stands there, looking at him as distant as ever as she gave him her response as though it was a business call. He could not yet recognize it, but the urge that he was feeling was for placing a gentle kiss upon her star-kissed skin, an urge he held back. They would get there with time.

Come, he finally said after starting tentatively at her for maybe too long. Then he stood up and stepped once towards Redgrove and awaited his muse to do the same before tracing a straight path into the blood-painted field. There, hidden by the red foliage existed a place that Damien had kept for himself for a long time. With the roots of an old large tree and a moss-covered rock acting as an entrance arch a large hollow had been awaiting the right moment for eons. There were pelts cured and dried by Damien himself long ago carpeting the floors, and a collection of bones, stones and black feathers decorated carefully designed ledges on both sides. The den had been defended against foxes, crows and all kinds of rodents for years, but Damien hadn't used the place as sleeping spot only because it was too large for him alone. He hoped Nyx could change that.