Redhawk Caldera I have to run to the pudding store for ah...pudding

Malcanthet enjoyed the view he had from the heights immensely. The feeling of the wind on his fur had been another addition to the sensory experience. Again and again, he questioned why Damien ignored this place altogether. Was he looking for a dark forest? Ridiculous. Here they could scout out to find their enemies and return to a safe place. The children could roam happily here. 

He turned sharply at the voice, jolting as he broke from his little meditation. He scrutinized her for a moment but smiled when he finally recognized the woman. He knew that she was from Blackfeather Woods, but he greeted her with a smile and said Hey you, as if she were an old friend. Even though he was now of the Melonii pack, he lacked the malice that both factions reserved for each other. He wasn't sure if he hated anyone. Malcanthet was a Melonii through and through, but he could not bring himself to hate the Meloniis who now lived in Blackfeather Woods. He was not knowledgeable enough about their history to know who should own the Woods. He supposed it was Damien, as he was the son of Meldresi, but who were the others?  

He was not a traitor however, so despite his sympathies he could not bring himself to betray the pack he pledged himself to. If she became hostile he would fight to the best of his abilities. Something wrong? he cocked his head at her. He saw no reason to be hostile. Sure, she was a bit close to their new home at the moment, but he doubted she came here for the explicit purpose of tracking them down. They were still on neutral ground.