Blackfeather Woods As truth be told, homecoming never gets old

New round. Two days. Might be the last tho :P

While Flicker carried out her task, Damien was silent and confident. His squadron had been briefed on the plan and what they expected to find in Blackfeather Woods, and so it made sense that he felt like he had an upper hand. He was organized, had great support and had a better claim to Blackfeather Woods than his sister's bastards,

The red scout came to give the team the green flag they'd been expecting, and Damien was quick to get going. He paid little mind to Moath's depraved reaction to Flicker's arrival, but in all honesty, he had never really paid much mind to Megara's brute. He mostly trusted his aunt to handle him and being a confirmed Melonii had basically gotten Moath a free pass that Damien hadn't been observant enough to realize that it had to be revised.

But those were matters for another day. Now Damien was too focused on Blackfeather Woods, and as soon as Flicker said what she had to say Damien shot Aries a serious look and nodded. He knew what he had to do, sweep the land as they made their way inside, and round up anyone that stood in their way (although he wasn't really expecting many of those encounters). The priority would be to cover enough ground to get to The main entrance to Mephala's Web where they could establish a command center, and move on from there.

Damien himself was quick to start marking. Pissing here and there, scratching whatever little marks he found of his niece and nephew's followers.