Deepwood Weald You never knew? Good.

It was somewhat strange how interested Cry was to strike an alliance with Damien. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he's recognized his name and wanted something out of him, but the Melonii name, although widespread, had mostly been kept in the shadows for generations. It was also unlikely that Cry saw any potential benefit from an alliance with his clan other than to have an upper hand in full out war should the occasion arise, which in turn was also a benefit for Damien's interests. But that, again, was suspicious in itself, or wasn't it? Maybe he was just paranoid?

It seemed that their packs were relatively well positioned in strategic terms, and Damien committed to memory the directions given on how to find them. The offering was well taken by his lover, and although Damien ould have to confirm some things before truly depositing his trust on a stranger, he saw potential in their alliance. They were like-minded from what he could gather, and if not for political power, then what was Melonii Clan working for?

And so will you, Said Damien, metaphorically crossing his fingers. It was too soon to know whether he could trust the odd pair, but he had ways to find out.