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

Not sure if we're supposed to just skip Midar?

The power of words in someone without possessing the care to handle them could be a very dangerous thing, and Drakonis Svartell most certainly didn't. Damien's most prized asset was his pristine memory. He never forgot a name, or a face, but he hadn't realized how much this stranger looked like that traitor Dakarai until he vocalized his surname, and things were't getting any better when he mentioned Aries was his brother. He had never thought of asking the silver soldier for his full name, he had always been just Aries, but then again Nyx had brought him back to Blackfeather Woods at such a young age that Damien never really thought he could remember much about his life before them.

A sharp and seriously toned howl rumbled through the Weald. Damien was requesting @Aries' presence at the borders immediately, and until he did the dark master wouldn't utter a single word. He would just stare down at the blue-eyed spawn of a long-lost traitor, pinning him to the ground with rays of dry ice cast from his pale orbs.