Damien Frost

*Damien races through the woods in his wolf for, his long legs stretching out the wind in his fur, he stops by the edge of his territory and returns to a spot he sniffs around, he can smell bits of vanilla, he shifts into his human form and bends down finding a backpack with a sketch book and a bit of food in it, he flicks through the sketch book, finding several drawings of his warriors, a few of the trees and a couple of some of the pack* "who do these belong to?"