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When Bane started walking away from Blackfeather he hadn't expected to get so damn far from it. The scent of its borders had disappeared long ago, and its ethereal darkness was no longer seen in the distance. That's what the silver prince was shooting for in first place. He needed space, even when he practically had dark forest just for him and two other wolves he rarely saw, which was actually what made him feel so trapped, Blackfeather woods was just too boring for the reckless youth.
He needed action.
The prince wasn't an expert on the matter, but he sure liked the effects of some herbs. Morning glory was his favorite, he had it in Blackfeather, but it was also one of the rarest plants in the area. A shame. Only twice had he enjoyed its power, its bliss, and he was eager to see more of it bloom after the stark winter decided to stop killing the damn thing.
For the moment, the young warrior was just exploring the area, checking out what else was out there besides darkness and crows. He was sick of it for as much as he loved it. He went east for hours, and then north. Heading towards the base of the mountain where he found another forest. This one was a lot more cozy than Blackfeather, but still lacked the vibe he liked so much about his own piece of the underworld. He was expecting to find some chicks to be honest, but he was just happy to see another wolf when he spotted the silver figure under the flaming hues of dusk. He announced his presence with a soft huff, loud enough for the man to hear it from afar, but keeping his stance neutral.