Blackfeather Woods when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

Feel free to skip unless he's spoken to.   :D

These woods, they were special. While Venamis couldn't figure out the reason why, he knew that Blackfeather was important to him somehow. He felt it in the pads of his paws as he stepped through foliage that had swiftly become so familiar to him, all the way to the heart of him.

Even in the absence of all who knew him, all who raised him, he made a home in this dark forest. In fleeting moments, the child in him would long to hear his mother's voice before recalling how tough and brave he really was - he didn't need them. Ven was so sure that he never did.

He'd been simply passing through when a raven ear pricked to the sounds of nearby voices, and he went to them at once. Venamis recognised Maegi as soon as his cool stare found her pallid form, but his focus quickly turned to a wolf of a more masculine structure. Naturally bold and overly curious, the spiderling meandered closer to better investigate this brute at their borders and emitted a soft chuff to his leader upon his approach from behind her.