Shadow Mountain Energized like a nine volt, ice cold.

In his effort to find the right place to settle Damien had moved in many directions and for great lengths, but nothing other than the stain of darkness that was Blackfeather Woods in the distance seemed to suit his taste. There was too much built there to just forget it, and even though he knew he needed to branch out and build his own way there was still a longing feeling that pulled him to Blackfeather Woods. To his home.

Still Damien put all his effort into finding new things and he forced his nose to seek east instead of south. He hiked up the sunspire range and after a day of walking he reached a lush and peaceful paradise. Almost tripping on many a lose rock under the rain Damien made his way down to the forest that covered a shadowed mountain. Though the place seemed lush and capable of sustaining him and his crew Damien could still feel the vibrations of Blackfeather Woods reaching out for him. He needed to go further. But as he prepared himself to hike back up the slippery mountainside a rock rolled down the hill and almost hit him. He looks up to find a dark figure walking somberly up the hill, kicking every loose rock in his way. But what catches Damien's eye is not his attitude or behavior... What really stands out is the tattoo on his shoulder, which despite being the exact same shape of his own tattoo, Damien's is carved right on his skin while the other male's was dyed onto his fur.

Realizing that he hadn't yet been noticed Damien decided to follow the man in silence, taking advantage of the rain to mask his scent as he re-traces the male's path through the forest.