Blackfeather Woods winter has come

He hadn't been far when Nemesis' howl rang out through the territory, the young Tyro having been keeping himself roaming about the place at a poor attempt to stay warm. At least warmer than he was just sitting around that is, but his efforts were in vain. He'd experienced winters before, but nothing could have prepared him for this as thunder cracked above and the brisk air around them only seemed to grow colder. Vandal shuddered as his white, numb paws guided him in the direction of the Mephala's web, his bright sapphire eyes watching as others also heeded the Dark Master's summons.

Once within the warmth of the tunnels, Van's ears listened carefully as Nemesis gave out her location, her howl echoing through the dark system of tunnels that were concealed underground. Silently, Vandal pressed onwards through the dark, till his bright blue eyes fell upon many unknown faces as he quietly gazed around the room. Shifting himself amongst those already gathered, Vandal carefully and silently stood to one side. Observing, waiting.