Doom's flints barely scored the earth as he galloped toward his new home. Not only was he eager to see the land his father had chosen as their new home, but he had a possible queen accompanying him on his journey. His spine prickled as he thought of the... interesting first encounter he had had with the femme, Plague.

His father's scent grew stronger in his nose, and he stopped suddenly at the edge of a cliff. Below him, the land dropped down into a steep canyon. The walls were tall and rocky, with niches here and there with pathways leading down into the gorge. Looking along the edge of the land, he saw trees gather thickly, some right up to the lip of the canyon. It seems I was right to trust the judgment of my father.

He turned his eyes to where Plague was. "This seems to be the land my father has chosen for our herd. What do you think of it?