Blackfeather Woods you and me and the devil makes three

When the other wolf revealed teeth in a snarl, Snake's head dipped lower, but the grotesque grin upon his maw did not disappear. "Ah, and I may learn it well, if you accept me," he crooned, green eyes meeting the others. Monstrous head was raised as a muzzle was pressed into the fur on broad shoulders and his chest rattled with the force of his breaths being dragged in and out of his body. 

There was a second pause, where the earth stilled, and then a low, guttural noise left the dark wolf's body, something akin to a laugh and a cry, mixed into one. The result was an unnatural, unfavorable sound, and paired with the unblinking eyes and the grotesque grin, he looked like a devil uprooted from the deepest pits of hell. His laugh rose to a higher pitch, and there was a large ruffling sound from above them as several birds in the trees near them took flight, frightened by the strange and demonic noise.

"Smell nice?" he asked, his voice nearly as frightening as his face. He replied to the stranger's question later, head raising slightly. "Not much, if I am to be honest. But I have learned, that other's carry the same goals that I do; the same...thirst, for darkness, if you will." Black tongue slithered out from narrow jaws, licking his lips before sliding back inside of the depths that were his mouth. "My assets you wish to know? Bring me to this pack of yours and I may show you," he said, black head dipping low once again.