Blackfeather Woods In the Shadow of the Moon (Pack Activity!)

Unlike his siblings, Damien's experience had been far from painful. He would never acknowledge feeling physical, nor emotional pain to anyone, and this wasn't about to be the first time he did. He was proud of his mark, he was proud to now be recognized as a fully fledged member of the pack and not like a useless puppy anymore. The mark meant that he could pursue his dreams now and nothing would stop him, it meant his life was just beginning.

Damien watched as his brother and sister got their own marks with pride. They had shared a womb, they shared this life, and they would always be the power trio no matter how far appart they were. But Damien had a sour feeling that Potema wouldn't be able to stay put for too long, and that the time for her to find her self, most likely away from Blackfeather Woods would come soon. It would be hard to see her go, and even harder not to stop her, but he knew that the forest was too small a place for her. Damien knew that as him, his sister's loyalty laid with the Guild, and it would never falter. She would one day be a Necromancer of the stature of Meldresi herself and even better, and she would need expansive knowledge of the world that she could hardly learn in this place; And Cicero, Damien's loyal brother and best friend, never stopped impressing him. Seemingly distant and silent, he was probably the wolf with most knowledge about every member of the dark pack and it's surroundings. A tactician with innate talent. Damien would bet that one day Cicero would become the best spy the Brotherhood could ask for, and Damien was proud of him.