Deepwood Weald You never knew? Good.

Not long after the trio of shadows was joined by another spectral figure, this one of a much more luminous nature. But what really caught Damien was her ocean eyes, and deep within a sad memory of his lost siblings, Damien got lost for a second. He would have called her Potema hadn't Nyx broken his trance with her own introduction, making Damien realize he's hardly paid attention to Cry's pitch about his pack.

Picking up his lover's words Damien shook his head lightly. He wouldn't really know anything. I've only told him how to find us. he explained, failing to notice how redundant it might sound. Damien had managed to realize on his own the nature of Cry and this woman's relationship without having the need to listen to the male's decorous introduction. They were fucking, he could see it by the way they touched, and in conclusion, this was the one Cry had gone to 'collect' the last time they saw each other. Shadewood was, most likely, his life project with the present lady, and since Damien found himself in a quite similar position he respected his counterpart's efforts.

Oh. forgive my manners, he said after realizing his mind had wandered in these thoughts a bit too long again. I'm Damien, he said dipping his chin lightly. They had never actually said it, but their last encounter had resulted in a pact of collaboration, which Damien pretended to uphold (at least for now). How far exactly are you settled? asked Damien, also without realizing that the matter of distance had been a point in Cry's greeting. Great minds think alike, they said, but maybe it was just the darker ones that shared some kind of wavelength.