Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

The Hollow wolf appeared to be leaving, a grimace on features causing a physical display of dislike at what the inky spider had exposed. There was a lack of wishing to see the little adventurer off, just yet, in case one of Lusa's idiots arrived to dispatch them both. Not only would it add one more to their enemies, but it would allow proper distraction if more than one showed up at a time.

As if, perhaps, reading the Delta's mind, the average-sized wolf paused to ask one more question. There was a sudden urge to spill the Blackfeather's into the fray as well, wishing their nothingness could be more than that. Yet, such details may pinpoint the allegiance of the inky intruder, as well. Careful consideration weighed the options before choosing not to include the neighboring pack into the list of bad. 

"Just Lusa," he said, having gleaned the name from the ruckus between many wolves from many locations. "She has a few that follow her looking to claim other locations. I heard from their own lips that they want to take everything south of here," he lied smoothly, head tilting towards that of the surrounding locations in elaboration. 

"Who are you?" he wondered suddenly, portraying a level of skepticism that seemed to question whether or not the Hollow wolf was bad as well. "Do you know who else is bad?" he pressed. The stealing of information went both ways.