Blackfeather Woods Desperate measures

Perhaps to readily he replies, "We have room." They do. Lots of it. Too much of it. There is the slightest taint of urgency in his voice as he does so, which he quickly covers up with the lack of emotion present in his face, beyond simple interest. "This is Blackfeather Woods and I'm its leader, Vaati. What services can you bring us to earn your keep?" It is standard procedure, he believes. Truthfully, he had never done this before. They very rarely kept the attention of strangers long enough to let them into their ranks, even before his time as the dark master. And even so, much less of them remained. But it was concerning to hear the stranger speak of other packs and their maxed-out bandwidth. It meant only that their potential enemies held way more soldiers than they did, bringing forth many more concerns regarding the existence of Blackfeather Woods. However, nothing had happened yet. Charon's visit many, many moons ago had been the last evidence that tensions were rising. The Cerberus had made no move, no recent threats had been made. If a war was what they wanted, they were going about it rather sloppily. Not that Vaati was complaining. He returns his attention to the other before him, awaiting an answer.