Blackfeather Woods here on the nineteenth floor, the neon lights make me calm

h-hi.

iliksis was more sedate than usual as he closed in on blackfeather territory. perhaps it was because of his recent encounter with anatha, or his encounter with the two strange wolves not far from where he stood. for the briefest amount of time iliksis was at peace with the ruin he had sowed upon the world, and presently content in his malice and wrong-doing, the wolf stepped foot into the borders of blackfeather.

dissolute as the male was, he did not trespass -- he cast a slender muzzle skyward and his sleek jaws parted in a quiet howl. it had been the fractured corpses that littered this place that first attracted him, and for once in his isolated life, iliksis hoped he would be amongst kin here rather than enemies.