Blackfeather Woods A howl at the border

The female definitely had an attitude, and Damien couldn't yet decide whether he liked it. He scanned every inch of her body with his cold eyes, calculating and judgmental. In the end, he decided he didn't like it, and made it clear with a growl as his bared teeth approached her face slowly.

Venus responded Damien's question with a rather flattering choice of words. It was clear that she was the kind of wolf who knew how to manipulate her surroundings to her convenience. That, too, was a trait Damien looked for in potential recruits, but it also made him suspicious.

You got that right... We don't waste our time fooling around. Said Damien with remnants of that growl still rumbling his voice. Blackfeather Woods does not drag any dead weight.