Otter Creek You will kill or be killed, it's about progress

It is intriguing to hear that a certain reputation had passed around pertaining to the nature of Blackfeather Woods. Intriguing and concerning, opening up doors of unwanted invitation to their enemies and imposters alike. Unknowingly, he dealt with that very thing at the present moment, but regardless grew suspicious when the other claimed simple "talk" had led him to gather information that once could truly only know first hand. All packs were bloodthirsty in a sense -- when one's survival depended on it. Blackfeather's heightened tendency to solve everything via. threats and death was something someone could only really speak for if one had experienced its wrath. It leads him to deduce that whoever had told him such a thing had either lived it, or the stranger he currently faced was a direct enemy of the woods, and in that case, had made a very foolish mistake of coming. Perhaps it is a reach, but the serpent within him coils at the thought of not pressing the matter further; a voice at the back of his mind warned him that something was not quite right. Vaati tenses, noticeably following the other's interest, "Where did you say you come from again?" His tone is dipped in venom, slight to the ear but audibly unfriendly. To expect anything and everything and to question above all is standard knowledge among those who live in the shadows, knowing the facade of good-will is an easy one. Vaati does not expect the other to roll over and profess his secrets, but give him a reason not to believe that he should be welcome in the dark woods.