Times are gone for honest men

They could go through Mephala's Web, which connects them underneath Blackfeather to any spot on the territory, or out. The swamp/distance wouldn't be a problem. This does not mean they can all get there in a split second but an easier route to do so.

These two were idiots, it was very clear. The loner girl obviously had no chance against a much bigger, much stronger Alpha who was in charge of the Dark Brotherhood. It was a sickness, their species of lunatics and imbeciles, as today's display of pitiful defense suggested. One did not mess with the Brotherhood, and not on day day like this. Not after on of the children had been murdered from an outsider, just like these two. Burke did not show much emotion, but she knew how much it pained him. These two would be no exception to his fury, neither hers. There was strength in numbers, not a sign of cowardice like the stranger suggested with the deranged smirk it carried. Two against a pack of mercenaries, assassins and spies.. it was a no brainer. In fact, the other male looked like he was about to run away any second with his tail stuck between his legs, like he rightly should have done so. This one was for Wolfskull, she decided. It was Whisper and her, the Assassin, against a lowlife looser. It would not be a difficult fight. She swept behind him, to where his peripherals could not reach and lunged at his nape, if her teeth could land it.

They had been given a warning, and in return, had received a snarky attitude. There was no innocent act there. They had been warned. It was simple, and they had not obliged, and so they would pay the price with a bounty on their heads. Even if they were to get away, the Brotherhood would know where they went and if so much as a kilometer away, they would know. While Burke had the bitch under control, she continued her assault on the male. His pack would be doomed as well, so they could thank his "brave" actions. "Back down, boy. You have no business picking a fight you cannot win with the Brotherhood. This is your last warning," Her malevolent snarl did not falter, ears pinned back against her skull as her muscles rippled under the tension she carried with her. She never lied. If another came by bearing his scent, it would be killed. No questions, no warnings, just a thank you to the one who damned them all.