Intruders plagued Blackfeather those days. Wolves walked freely through the crows' lands, wolves that claimed it as theirs. But Erebus had chosen to watch them, to study their actions and behaviors before taking a decision of what to do about them. The easiest thing to do would've been to chase them off, they had the numbers, but that wasn't the Dark Lord style.

But it was different this time. The creature that lurked his lands that day wasn't a wolf. It looked similar, but smaller and more colorful, one that he had never seen before in his lands. The Spyros watched the creature under the patriarch's command, and this time, even guided by him. It didn't seem threatening, not to them, so the Dark Lord decided to take the matter in his own hands. The cry that the creature heard was Erebus' own call, announcing their presence, and with a swift movement of his dark wings, the Blackfeather Lord flew lower and perched himself in a low branch, in the fiery creature's plain sight.

"You're not a wolf..." he cawed in a serious tone, staring directly into the other's eyes with his threatening cold glare.

How rude. came to his lands, without his consent, and dared speaking to him like that. There was no right. He jumped from his branch, and with an aggressive flutter of his dark wings, he flew towards the intruder, cawing and grunting inn the crow tongue things that the red wolf-dwarf would never understand. He landed on front of her, with his wings wide open, and a bunch of his guards quivered around them, in an attempt to mistify the fox.

"You Don't speak to me like that! These are my lands! MINE!" he growled a guttural caw.

So the creature wasn't scared of them? Then it was time for the real thing. With a loud caw, the night lord ordered his guards to attack. Ferocious growls and caws erupted from each of their beaks, and soon, the fox was in the middle of a black cloud of birds that aimed to draw blood with their sharp beaks.

How dare the bitch talk of his lands like that. Blackfeather Woods had been baptized by his great great grandfather, and the claim belonged to his lineage ever since. The Spyros weren't a damn joke, they protected their lands, and they did it fiercely.

The fireceness of his spyros filled the dark lord with pride. They were willing to give their lives to protect his claim to the dark woods, to their home, their loyalty was undeniable. But the fox was showing to be pretty fierce too, and he couldn't afford to lose so many bodies against such a tiny little freak. So with a growl of his own, his warriors elevated their flight, looping just above the fireball's head, but far enough to be out of her reach.

"They will keep coming if i so want it, creature!" the shadow bird cawed with a guttural voice. Though, the fox could make it stop if she wanted as well. It would only require for her to make a deal with the crow, who knew how to use this kind of situations to his own advantage. It was implied in his stare, cold, metrical, that he would be willing to make arrangements with the fiery creature.

The answer was clever. But the Dark Lord would call it cunning. Two more losses were too much, he knew this, and he also knew that Autumn wouldn't stop killing them as long as they kept attacking her. The red creature had shown to be a fierce one, maybe even as much as his own Spyros, and he respected that, but he wasn't going to let her be the one to decide when his warriors ceased the attack.

"They will stop only when you're out of my lands." the crow said with his guttural caw from the safety of his branch.