Blackfeather Woods Desperate measures

He comes at the call for his presence, standing proudly before the stranger at his borders with a stoic, blank expression. "What do you want?" The first thought that comes to mind is not that this is a potential joiner, but another wanderer looking for kicks. He has come to accept that there are very few left in the world who wish to join their pit of darkness. It is a fact that he will not deny. Those who initially are, come and go very quickly. Some cannot stomach the nature of the woods itself and those within, and that too is a fact. He is unbothered by their low numbers, however. They have survived worse and have survived for so long, outlasting many for many years that he is unconcerned by how low they have stooped. In the event that the coming trifle lowered their numbers even more to the point of extinction, then that as that and he would no longer need to ignore being worried. His focus quickly returns to the other, however, narrowing his eyes a fraction as if to pull an answer out of the stranger purely through the power of a glare.