Blackfeather Woods Sweeeeet home alABAMA

What little time Damien had spent back in blackfeather woods was spent covering as much land as he could rubbing himself against trees after pissing and shitting had reached its limit. The place was for the most part rather empty an unkempt, and the scents of Ramsay and Maegi were faint at best. there weren't many others with them yet, and so Damien was confident.

But when Damien closed in on the caves at the center of the territory the scents got stronger, and he discovered some new ones that he wasn't accounting for. He summoned @Flicker (who he already saw as a potentially good scout and informant) with a sharp bark, and instructed the others in his team to sweep the caves to claim them. He and the red woman had a more important task to do before Nyx's party arrived and it was to make sure that Spiderlings' glen was clean and secure.

Flicker ran to the Sovereign's side with her lengthy side. Easily covering the ground. She'd not tire for some time yet; her best quality as a scout.
She'd spent her time marking areas others weren't as well as looking for MAegi. She didn't care for the others but knew some of the others that had left had returned: Tundra, Wintersbane. She scowled at their presence here.

She waited before the man, ready to carry out her next orders. This was this quick and easy take over she wanted. So far. She'd not gone into the caves, didn't know them well enough despite her time in seclusion. She supposed it was lick she'd made it out. She'd only just realised the enchantress had long gone and not returned. Why should she?
Stuck up bitch

Flicker might have noticed the slight discomfort in Damien's expression, but it was hard to hide when he was literally feeling like an intruder in his own home. The plan was to make the claiming quick and painless, and when he was settled and the rest of the pack was there and Nyx safe, he would talk to Maegi and Ramsay and offer them his protection. They could only benefit from each other if they got to an agreement, but he already knew that it would not be easy to convince them, hence why he had to be so aggressive in his claiming effort.

He trotted down the slope that safeguarded spiderlings' glen, leaving no space for nostalgia and sentimentalism and instead getting down to business quickly. See if there's anyone down there, he told Flicker pointing at the cavern's entrance as he swept the perimeter.

She followed Damien, as loyal as ever. She trusted him, she hoped he'd trust her too.
The woman nodded, wondering herself if anyone would be holed up inside. She doubted it, they would've come out by now, right? She knew Maegi used to sleep in the cave. If she had to pick anywhere in the woods for her to be, it'd be in this cave.

She slipped in, silent and careful. Her eyes adjusted to the even darker lighting, scanning for danger. She inhaled deeply, scenting only stale scents that lingered like morning dew. Empty. She stepped in further, ensuring that she was correct. Passing over the space methodically for anything that could be considered a danger, almost holding her breath.
Half of her mind told her that Damien could easily slaughter her here. The other half told her he needed her. She was right, it might give sway to Maegi staying with the Melonii -- probably not. The pale wolfess probably hated her. 
Not that she lingered on the thought.
"It's safe,"  she called out, exiting the den. 

The glen was like a fortress. The cliffs that flanked the northern side were basically a death trap for those too distracted to notice the sudden elevation change. And the thick vegetation that surrounded the rest of the softer slopes were impenetrable, leaving only a few entries that not many wolves knew. And the whole perimeter was clear and accounted for just in time for Flicker to come out of the cave to announce that it was clear.

Very well, this is where we will be bringing Nyx, I need it well guarded and secured. which made him wonder how long it would take the rest of the crew to make their way through the caves to gather up with them in the glen.

She nodded, now knowing the importance of this place to him. 
"I shall see to it myself this place is constantly scouted." No doubt, he'd be around whilst Nyx was within. Guarding the entrance most likely with sentries stationed around. She would rove around, sweeping the area; the feet of the pack. That was her role. To move quickly and assist in tasks, such as guarding a birthing den at the most crucial time.

Her ears tilted, looking around with her calculating gaze. She could see now where the guards would be places, where she would roam. 
"When is your mate due?" She questioned in a quieter tone, should the ears of others be listening in. She doubted it, but you could never be too careful. Though, she supposed those who could converse with Relmyna wouldn't need the ability to hear her words, just the sight to read her lips. 

made the thread AW since it makes no sense to keep it private now that Blackfeather Woods is official...
@Titmouse @Maegi I hope that if you're going to join this, our own timelines are respected and the members that already entered Blackfeather Woods with Damien are accounted for.

Flicker seemed to be understanding easily everything that this move and the place itself meant to Damien, his pack and the Melonii as a whole. And just as much she seemed to be diligent and making an effort to get on Damien's good side. For now he trusted it wasn't done with bad intentions, but the time to find out would come soon. Now it was time for other thoughts.

Those thoughts crept up his spine like a spider, eerie, suspenseful. The forest was quiet as ever but still, Damien couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by many more eyes than he was accounting for. Flicker made a sudden question that forced Damien to think of an answer, Too soon, he said, and the sound of his voice communicated as much concern as it did austerity. He was distant at best, and it was because he wasn't feeling as comfortable as he did an hour ago. Something's wrong, something was very, very wrong, and it kept circling around Damien's mind like one of those annoying flies at night. His ears swiveled back and forth and his nose sniffed the air frantically, both to no gain. Things were too still.

He was on edge. It was evident in his voice and his gaze. The fur on her hackles and spine rose up as if they could defend her. She too looked about again. What had she missed? Surely nothing. 

Her jaw tightened, contemplating. It could be something or nothing: the Daedra or something more real. 
A call cut through the air. Commanding. Maegi.  Her ears flattened, she was perhaps along the border. Flicker looked to Damien, not for permission but for his thoughts. The tone was of one that considered themselves an Alpha, for sure. Flicker was not her subordinate. She looked to Damien in question: to go to talk or to fight? "What do you make of that?"

Just when the air had turned colder a howl rang through the dark woods summoning no other than Flicker to Maegi's presence. Damien's eyes sought her immediately, just like hers were looking for his own. 'What do you make of that?' she asked, and Damien's brow furrowed a bit. Maegi knew something Damien was missing, and he needed to find out what before it was too late. He couldn't afford himself and four of his best assets to be ambushed with Nyx so close to delivering his children.

Go see what she wants, but don't do anything until I get there. were the instructions with which Damien responded, then he stopped to give the air one last thoughtful sniff. Be careful, it might be an ambush. he warned, but nodded for her to leave at once.