Blackfeather Woods if i'm betting against you

He had been eagerly waiting for the time to come, his first war. The prospect of such a large battle sent shivers of odd excitement down his spine, though also the intense desire to defend was strong enough for him keep an ever watchful eye on the land wherever he walked. The Reaper patrolled the borders often, only doubling his work efforts when he felt the time drawing closer. 

Now, when he caught scent of the unfamiliar wolves passing through the Blackfeather domain, after having already crossing the gruesome borders, he was quick to locate them. He stalked amongst the shadows until the three enemy soldiers came into his sharp line of sight. Aries watched silently, his cover of darkness inbetween the trees providing enough camouflage for him to hide out temporarily. He was tempted to straight out attack them, to viciously tear their stomachs and necks until the very snow coating the ground was thick with their blood. But he waited a moment more, contemplating whether a comrade might find their way and aid him in this battle.