Bearclaw Valley attacks in the night

Cry told him about his uncle who's name was Slade and was apparently one of the important members of Blackfeather in the beginning of it's creation. Apparently, he was quite respected and bore the mark of the Dark Brotherhood, the crimson paw on his shoulder. The ebony had trained with him before the storm came. Curiosity burned beneath his breast, a raging fire that could not be dominated sought to take control over the regal's body, but Raziel concealed it carefully behind his thin veil and concentrated on Cry's words.

"Blood's thicker than water, eh?" Raziel managed to smirk. It was amusing how the pack of Blackfeather accepted this wolf into their fold thinking he would be utterly loyal to their cause just to have him spill the beans to a wolf who he was related to by blood. Mistakes happen, he thought to himself, secretly amused by this Slade. Raziel himself had no cult, Bearclaw had no damning secrets and he was suspicious to a fault so.....

The more Cry said about the Dark Brotherhood, the more he disliked the pack, "Dishonorable bastards," he scowled. As a Roman, he hated those who killed dishonorably, he was a wolf who preferred justice over mercy and so would gladly slaughter those who wrongly kill others without blinking an eye. Obviously, he shared none of that with the ebony. Who knew? Cry might also be one of the blood's thicker than water wolves after all.

"Or maybe someone knew that Bearclaw was a 'safe place' and dumped him here when Blackfeather Woods suffered from the impact of the storm," Raziel said thoughtfully, not knowing that his guess was the best of all of them. He shook his head, knowing that he needed a plan. "When you meet with the girl, say nothing about Leo. If they want the child, they can come and get him," he said firmly. "If the girl asks you questions, ask her questions in reply. Refrain from saying anything and if she becomes a pain in your arse, I trust you know what to do."