Blackfeather Woods you and me and the devil makes three

The onyx wolf gracefully climbed to his feet, although the black body was held low and head lay dipped towards the ground. Tender breath rolled coolly from inky lips as he spoke. "Surely I will not forget. You have my thanks." And Snake said it genuinely, dark ears flicking atop his skull as lashes concealed emerald green gems. 

Green eyes opened again when words were spoken, and Snake found himself being gazed upon.  It felt terribly delectable to be scrutinized by such sharp and haunting eyes, contrasting hues on him and him only for the time being.

"My name? Snake," baritones slipped and purred. The ghost of a smile was dancing upon the man’s black lips. A glimpse, a flicker, a small little speck of ivory showed where his teeth became known. His eyes darted between the two wolves before him, but he spoke no more, holding his silver-tongue.