Blackfeather Woods damage (pt. 1)

The greeting was noted, yet the inky thing the boy offered in return was a glance of optics cold and emotionless.  They turned to the woman once more in idle amusement,  then to Snake, and the slightest touch of a grin graced his muzzle. His gaze spoke an invitation,  for the dark male to do whatever he wished with this woman, for she was of no use to the pack, and simply letting her go on her merry way was of no wish to the boy. He wanted to see what Snake would do.