[SilentFeather]

A young pitch black fur covered male werewolf whose name was Kaden yawned. He had a very wonderful night sleep. As the sun peeked over the horizon he awoke, arising upward like a true human would. He stood up and to his true, massive height which was upon the presence of two of his back paws. He stretched out all four strong, slender limbs, getting the stiffness from the tense, sore muscles. He took a quiet stroll from his now empty den, admiring the silence and the hands of shadows reaching out to him like desperate branches of many towering trees looming above him. What seemed creepy was actually peaceful and comforting to him and him alone. In one of his strong, paw like hands he held a large battle axe. He raised his massive head,  tilting it slightly as he silently sniffed the air with his keen, black muzzle.