Deepwood Weald What the Night King wants

@Aries

It was about time that the social structure of the clan was outlined. Damien already knew that his lover would stand beside him at the head of the pack, and he had a few favorites that he believed would make a good fit for second in command, but the rest of them were complete strangers to him. While Marruz had already shown promising talents for the obscure arts and Alarian was most likely the pack's designated healer, only Midar and Aries were proven assets to the pack and the only ones Damien really trusted. Moath was an absolute mystery, and if Moira and Megara didn't show any signs of potential soon then Damien would have to deal with the fact that they were better placed as relics. He needed a proper Listener mostly, but a strong Silencer and a skilled Speaker were also necessary for the clan to have an actual structure. While he believed that the Dark Brotherhood setup was effective, Damien no longer associated himself completely to them. The Melonii name was strong enough to be their own thing, and while the Brotherhood would always be the main influence in Damien's life, his clan would be the start of something new. He just had to figure out how.

With a head heavy on thoughts, Damien prowled through the mist of the Weald, making a trail of pawprints in the dimming snow of the night before. It helped him hush the noisy background in his mind, it helped him make sense of things and, hopefully, it would give him enough clarity to make a choice.