Blackfeather Woods stop and smell the roses

"Delighted to meet you too," said Kelorth, dipping his head to her politely, a gentlemanly gesture that he displayed to ladies when he was not fighting. Because that gesture would simply not exist in his head when he was fighting, for he was only out for blood and his brain would only focus on the strategies to defeat the opponent, not how to gentlemanly kill the offending wolf or creature. The Dragonblood doubted if that was actually possible, to gentlemanly kill someone. Maybe ask them if he could slit their throat? Or pound them to death? Or bury them alive underneath the bush of blood red roses and mark the place as their grave for them for free? 

It was weird.

The white prince listened as Lusa explained, saying they had gods they honored and that there was a society of elite assassins called the Dark Brotherhood and that to join they must kill another wolf. When they joined, they would get a red pawprint on their shoulder. Immediately, the ghost was interested in joining, the gods part was a bit more complicated as he believed in his own gods but he was a master of deception and he was pretty sure he could pretend to devote himself to their gods while keeping faith to his own. "Sounds interesting," said Kelorth, closing the distance between them.