Blackfeather Woods Into The Darkness.... Or Not

Absolutely!

Scamp heard the approach of another, pulling his head from the dark and focusing his aqua eyes on Nemesis. She held herself high, and for a moment the charcoal male wondered where she stood compared to Damien. Her words held weight, and it was confirmed by instincts that this was in fact another alpha. 
Unfortunatley, Scamp Blackfeather felt he already had a master, that this woman held less command of him than his Dark Master. Boy is he about to wake up. He holds himself stiff, but neutral, showing no defiance but also no submission. He understood her words, but hard as he's been trying he cannot figure out how to make the noises necissary for the words. 
        Scamp Blackfeather. 
Instead, he only tipped his head and gave her an almost sorry look. If he could tell her, he would. The smell on his pelt though, one that consisted of the sole scent of @Damien, perhaps just as evident as his own personal scent.

Dont hurt him too bad xD