Phantom Hollow Shadow Preachers

For @Vengance

The search for food had taken Damien far away from the safety of his dominion. He had taken the task of feeding his pack seriously, and was working on multiple ideas and plans to bring back the food his family needed. One of those plans was finding large prey, and rallying it into Blackfeather Woods where he would, with the help of his pack, feast on proper prey.

But he had not expected to go so long without finding any sign of large game, or even greenery. He walked, and walked, and his sore paws took him north up until he reached the Greatwater Lake. When he realized where he was he felt his hear sink down in disappointment. He had failed, and he had wasted valuable energy walking away from his pack. But he realized something else. Just a little further north from where he was laid Malice's abandoned packlands, a quiet forest reigned by fog and cold. There was no second thought.

Damien walked on, determined to see what remained of Malice's reign, and was disappointed at what he found. Silent, as was the forest, the dark prince broke into the land. There was nothing there, not a single soul remained in the forest, and there was no remnants of Malice's pack. She had failed so hard.