Third person's POV
"Caw. Caw." A croak soars high up in the open sky. Its only has one mission in mind. Find it's prey. Hovering over the rogue pack cave, his harsh crowing seems to piss Damon off. Damon training in the open ground, squints at it. Using his hands as a cover for the harsh basking sun. His midsection once scarred by Lucien, now fully healed.
"That's it." He grits his teeth in suppressed annoyance. His eyes lands on a spear. Angling with great precision, his eyes trails the crow. He hears his father's voice.
"You should let the crow soar. Everyone needs to find their daily bread." Ronan waltzes into the open training ground. His wearing one of his favourite fur clothing.
"Father." Damon say, his body jerks back as if he's just seen a ghost. Ronan closes in on him, one of
