Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Once again, the shadow prince glanced back to find the pup gone. Truthfully, if the fault hadn't been physical then Damien didn't really care much, but the constant insubordination and lack of manners from Xan was a concerning, disappointing and rather annoying matter.

With a long snarly sigh Damien moved his weight away from the Inuit boy. "That's it," he chuffed, "You'll stay at wolfskull until you show us you can cooperate," he decided, feeling like a dad grounding his child. "For your own good, I hope you realize it's not that hard." he added with a stern edge to his expression. Finally, Damien turned to his brother, steam still blowing from his nostrils as he tried to calm down. "Make sure the pup is fine," he instructed, and walked away after giving Cicero a face that, in another context, would easily translate to 'I need an aspirin'