Deepwood Weald and every day, I'd add another stone to keep you safe

The numbers kept growing just as he had foreseen, and thought he hadn't envisioned his pack to be so packed with so many of his distant relatives he couldn't feel more proud of what he was doing. He was fulfilling his mother's task of building a safe haven for Meloniis, and they were just about to expand even further.

However, the fact that they were his blood hadn't given Damien too many reasons to pour his trust on them without question. From what he knew the whole Melonii family was made up by ruthless mercenaries and cunning spies, not to mention the occult savvy priests like Meldresi herself dealing with dark and dangerous things.he needed to build a system he could trust to maintain itself in shape, and for that he needed to know each of his new subordinates enough to place them accordingly in the structure.

The newest of them he hadn't met yet, but knowing already that his lover had welcomed another Melonii to their fold he had been looking forward to their formal meeting. He was found sulking through the woods, yet another dark stain in the white canvas of the snow covered weald. Without wasting time Damien approached him with a bark, flagging his authority with tail high and broad posture. His scent was still that of an outsider, and with a poor visibility thanks to the mist his approach may have come off as a little too aggressive.