Blackfeather Woods if i'm betting against you

Ithrik exit so we can close this out.

 

Ithrik watched as the forest wolf and the intruder dove into battle, matching fang with fang. The devil was not interested in their petty squabbles, but he did like the appearance of the grey-cloaked female with sea blue eyes. He grinned at the sight of their reflecting green in the sharp light. Others found their way to the same mark, but none that drew his eye.
 
Not interested in fighting, the piebald fiend simply held his ground in the darkness of the wood until the snarling and biting started to tire him. Just as he had arrived, the devil turned to the shadows and slunk away with bristling fur. Unless the Blackfeather wolves were the gabbing type, none of them would know that he did not assist them in their deplorable cause. He was on the hunt for a different means of winning a fight.