Blackfeather Woods winter has come

Life had been, but a blur since Atshen had set off with Kove on that fateful trip. It was on that adventure that Atshen had realized his real potential. He had steered clear of this most of his siblings the best her could, sticking close to the shadows that so easily engulfed him. Despite his reclusive nature, the ebony-furred male found that it was growing drastically colder by the day, so much so that he often did not stay out long from the family den. Though him not reaching out wasn't abnormal, he ensured that his family did not even look at him. While the others conversed, he watched, as his mind ran rampant with thoughts of slaughter and mutilation.

He awoke suddenly on the night of the 15th, at the sound of thunder crackling overhead. His lava-like eyes grew wide as the flew open, and he looked around, uncharacteristically startled by it all. Though he was quick to recover from such feelings, he got up without question and stayed at Nemesis' side. He did not question his mother's commands, nor did he say anything. Instead, he left the world above the web and into safety, leaving behind the frigid and frightening conditions for more favorable accommodations. It did not even occur to him that he would have to share a living space with so many others at that moment-- all he could think about was how he had to get out of the snow.