Bearclaw Valley attacks in the night

Raziel chuckled softly at the ebony wolf's reply. "Good," the alpha male simply said, pausing for a moment to lift a hind leg and spray his scent on the borders. "It's nice to see you're keeping your word," he flashed his companion a brief glance before continuing forward. His steps silent and his movements swift and graceful as a shadow. His job was not only to remark the scent line after all, but to keep an eye out for any unwelcome strangers and one had to be alert to do that.

The silver lupine's ears flicked towards the ebony when he said that he had encountered the pups. Two, so far. One was Xan and the other was unknown but he kept repeating names of other wolves. That would be the newbie, Raziel assumed, because no one else would be uttering these strange words. If he noticed the question in Cry's gaze, he gave no notice, but simply kept his silence and did his job for a moment longer, contemplating how to reply.

"Xan needs a good sharp lesson on respect. He's smart, but he needs to learn that the world does not revolve around him," Raziel stated, kicking some grass as he did so, the scent glands on his paws doing the job of remarking. "The other one you encountered has cream colored fur right?" he didn't give Cry a chance to answer. "We named him Leo Bearclaw. Scarlett and I found him by the borders the other day. I didn't want to keep him because who would dump a child on the borders unless they knew someone, like Scarlett, would take care of him. It smells fishy. But she insisted, so we're taking care of him for now. Those names he uttered, maybe it's from his previous family." He smiled to himself. "I quite like him now, though."