Shadow Mountain i was lucid and conscious

The statement of beta having diligent choosing only prompted a shift of jawline. Curiosity, though subtle. Perhaps there had been speak of the inky spider and the collection of a new body within the Sawtooth clan. Fiery eyes narrowed into a skeptical stare, posture relaxing if only to accommodate a fellow pack wolf (it seemed). Confirmation of this fact only subsided when the winds shifted to produce an idea of scent, relation, and location. 

The question of the skull was given a troublesome smirk. "A gathering of them dared to test the Sawtooth borders. You can't have this one," he murmured dangerously, tone decidedly final and resolute. "It's returned to the earth now, its soul has been lain to rest." Fiery eyes dared the slender female suddenly, an enigmatic step taken to keep the dark superior from trying the spider's claim.