Bramblepoint A knife in the dark.

Thaks for your patience! It was the last week of vacation so I had to make the most of it

While the trek there was sure to be a painful one Damien was determined to reach the Moonspear whether it took his twice as long. Without Cicero and Potema to guard the woods by his side Damien felt half empty, and given his sister's history with the Moonspear king Damien thought a visit was in order. It was a long shot, but Damien did not discard the possibility that Potema had found refuge under Charon's wing after the war. Every piece of information, every option he exhausted was a step closer to his siblings, and finding them was the first step in his plan to rebuild Blackfeather Woods.

He chose to walk by moonlight believing it best to save himself the trouble of an encounter that would demand physical response. By night Damien was virtually invisible, though given his current state he was far from un-scent-able. The wounds on his left leg were only half healed and his advance was limited to walking for an attempt at anything else was painful.

Damien stopped at a small creek, taking every chance he had to rest his leg, and lapped at the cold water before submerging his injured leg for a moment. All the while his ears were on high alert, every move calculated. While the shadows were a useful cloaking device, it is at nigh when anyone is most exposed to their wicked ways.