Greatwater Lake When remembering a life lost

the male's pure arrogance, his stupidity and his nerve had the boy wish he could sink his fangs into his face that very moment. Dakarai had come to their borders and left after taking whatever benefitted him. He was a traitor, vile and disgusting, who had found the blood and power of the woods, the same he had lusted after, not to his taste, and promptly fled. But then the woman spoke, and he looked to her, curiosity glinting in his gaze. she had no idea, no idea of the wood. she was ignorant, naive.

the boy was not his brother. it was what had him hesitate, think a moment, and ultimately not fly directly toward the male's face. no, he thought quickly and efficiently,  thoughts thought and quickly eliminated until the boy knew what he ought to do. firstly his gaze shifted toward the woman, and in an attempt to look more of the helpful sort, his features softened and the coldness faded. "Very well." came his response, an odd response to her even odder question. 

"You do not remember me. You taught me to fight, and one day you vanished,"  he said flatly to the male, hatred simmering within but eerily well hidden. Yes, he would lead them into the wood. He would lead them deep, and then he would call for the brotherhood, and perhaps justice would be served to the traitor. For if not today, then tomorrow, and perhaps the day after that. For Dakarai's cowardliness did not go forgotten, his traitorous act did not fade within his mind. With a glance to the woman, he dipped his muzzle, motioning with s flick of his tail that they ought to join him. "Come"

Should they both abide, he would lead them both into the wood, perhaps, even all the way to Wolfskull.