Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

The name caused the snake to show his charming grin as he twitched his tail. He had heard it fall from her mouth before. The blackness of his soul darkened further as he held back a chuckle at the pure luck that he had run across the brother. Was her smell on him because they had come in contact or was it because they were related? Sniffing again, he was sure it was her smell. 
The curly tailed wolf spoke, and he nodded at him. I arrived a few days ago. It's beautiful here. If I find what I'm looking for, I might stay. It's a nice place to live, isn't it? His pale eyes focused on his for only a second before dropping them, mimicking the lower wolves that had stood before him many times.