Phantom Hollow the cover of the wings of grasshoppers

Damien wasn't blind to the mess he had caused by trying to claim Blackfeather Woods such a poorly timed moment, but as a man who had spent his life learning to adapt to the adversities, the night king hadn't been sleeping under the bushes at all. His mind had been running with options from day one, and even this outcome had been considered before even making the call to leave the weald behind.

But he had spent too long brooding already, and he needed time to clear his mind of stale thoughts and freshen up with a different opinion, so he came out of the den leaving five sleeping, peaceful creatures gently while he took care of business.

Megara was the first she found in his random path, calmly guarding the mother's den from a safe distance, and he took the chance to approach her. Megara, he spoke gently, i wouldn't believe you're feeling comfortable if you told me so, he said as he walked up to her with a cool sway, What ails you? he asked, and took a seat close by, preparing for what could be a lengthy chat with his long lost auntie.