Blackfeather Woods My pride is no longer inside

Sorry this took us so long! We've had crazy days lately

An ear perks up, alerted by a caller from the far east of Blackfeather Woods. Damien curses, realizing that he had neglected the security of the swamp area, and immediately starts moving in the direction of the caller to investigate. For as desolate and treacherous as it was, the mire was still part of Blackfeather Woods' pack-lands, but where were the guards?

The stench of the mire reaches his senses before he can make out the silhouette of the caller. That smell had always been awful, a barrier itself, daring anyone to cross its foul defenses. However, if this one had gone this far into the swamps before calling that might mean there was a breach on the security.

Damien emerges from the low fog, moving difficultly through the dirty waters. "These waters belong to me," he states despite the hatred for the smell, "I will give you ten seconds to explain why you dare get this close into my claim," he growls, and cuts the space between himself and the intruder with slow steps.