Hushed Willows oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

A gentle, quite innocent, smile appeared on the trickster's face, refusing to explode right there and then. The male was speaking as if he knew everything, Trick found, but at least his words were somewhat kind. It would never be enough to satisfy Wylie, of course, but it was a good start. There was something he felt needed to be said to the other though, a thing he meant. His body might be gone elsewhere, still alive and well, but his spirit will forever be bound to the willows. He spoke softly. 

His attention shifted to the female though, as she said something that made him curious. So Warbone knew these wolves? Then how were they such bad rulers? You thought so much talent and wit, the things Warbone of course had, would have rubbed off on the wolves around him. Still, he smiled the sweetest smile he could possible smile without it looking fake or forced. Aren't you both true marauders then? For I was referring to you as well. He lied. Everyone that sleeps in the Crook, walks between the willows Warbone has walked between himself, is and will forever be a true marauder. He lied again, though he found it a convincing story.

His ears perked up upon hearing his false name, and the information that followed was stored in his head. He smiled and dipped his head in understanding, actually bowing a bit for the pair. He would not let them suspect him, not until the already quite shaky ranks were finally tumbling down. I will not accompany you on the trip to the Crook, I still have to finish marking the borders. He announced with pride, hoping his efforts were appreciated. 

I won't hold you up for any longer now, your kids must be dying to see you again. The sentence was directed at the new male, who's name was apparently Mordecai. It was delightful meeting you, have a nice day. He bowed a small formal bow, before departing with a swish of his smooth obsidian tail.

~Trick oouutt~