Damian walks through the forest, glaring expectantly, waiting for this "false moon" he had read about. He has heard whispers through Gotham city, and has done his research. That moon, he found, was hauntingly beautiful. The tales had said you, the false moon, was the moon he shall howl at. As a proper werewolf and the blood son, he has to find this false, god-like moon.

The moon wasn't out tonight, and he deflates, only to perk up as the familiar cool light shines down on him, making his ears perk up in excitement, and his head to whip around to the dark sky. "Moon?" He furrows his eyebrows. Damian relaxes slightly at the sight. Now, he was going to challenge you because he didn't want to howl to you, but he can't find it in himself to challenge you, but instead, he, "Thank you for your light, Moon."

He fumbles and thanks you instead. Damn his wolf instincts. Damian sniffs, turning around and storming back towards where the manor was, and soon enough, it comes into view, the lights still on. It's like the manor is waiting for Damian, and him and his ears perk up as he speeds up, his half human-half wolf form making it easier for him to be quicker.

Damian startles as he almost falls off the edge of the cliff, and his mind suddenly finds it helpful to remind him that the moon with the face has a knack for deceiving fellow werewolves to their deaths. He yelps and takes a step back, head shooting back up the sky, the moon suddenly seeming much larger. "Why would you bring me here?" He accuses.

He gasps as cold shoots down his nerves, making him tremble like he's in a pound, the bottom of the cliff suddenly feeling much warmer. "Thank you for your light, other moon," He croaks, falling backwards, only to be caught by a hand.