Deepwood Weald When it is dark enough you can see the stars

He arrived at what some call a fashionably late time (who am I kidding I totally should have replied days ago omfg), holding himself high, confident that his lover wasn't here to be exposed this time, yet somewhat worried for leaving her after so long guarding her. But the borders needed tending to and yet another request for an audience sounded through the woods in the form of a howl and while he trusted his subordinates to manage cases of intrusion he wouldn't want anyone entering his kingdom as a guest or recruit without his approval.

His eyes glared coldly at the grey stranger, and as he brushed past Midar with a dominant posture to assess the aspirant his nose flared haze as he took in the scent. You were saying? requested Damien, a chance for the male to impress him and earn himself a way in. For now, his chances were thin, much like his own bearing and mostly because of them too.