Blackfeather Woods crude and proud creatures

Aerenys' two-toned optics flickered between the scarred stranger and her dark counterpart, reminded of the situation in the mires of the swamp when they'd dueled with the pale shaman. She felt a pinch of tension, a forming headache, between her temples as crimson sparks flew from the he-wolf's jaws with each word -- chartreuse with Eldritch's. El was a proud woman and Mati didn't blame her for the wrath that had been invoked in the hellhound. This was their land. Regardless of who had once lived here, Ivory Rose now laid claim to the territory.

The witch's dark auds lifted suddenly, mismatched gaze of Melonii indigo and amethyst snapping to meet the  pale wash of freezing blue as he spoke in her tongue. "These woods sytilībagon naejot se sīmontan.  Daor aōha morghe kin -- gīda lo pōnta issi ñuhon tolī.  Mirre tolie claim emagon issare forsaken. Bisa tegon iksos se Blackfeather's." If he thought he would find an ally in Mati simply because they shared a surname, he was gravely mistaken. The only Melonii she'd ever come across this far south had been Midar and even then, she'd never quite seen the Woods until coming across Eldritch in the past winter -- by that time the forest had already been seized by Ivory Rose. The darkling couldn't be expected to feel an affinity for a tribe of cousins she had never met, never even known called this place home. 

Her ears splayed back as Allana appeared, lips wrinkling back in disdain. Not for her packmate particularly but for the simpering words that left the girl's maw. Words seemed pointless at this point and she refused to deign to begging the stranger to act appropriately on their doorstep. Instead, the she-panther tipped back her head and let loose a howl for the wolves who currently claimed the Woods. The man could get over whatever had irked him so in the beginning of their meeting or if he insisted on claiming their land, or even dared to trespass over their borders, she would (hopefully) have the ranks of Ivory Rose to help back up that this was their home now. 

@Zephyr @Rowan @Takiyok @Taikon 
translation: "These woods belong to the Rose. Not to your dead kin -- even if they are mine too. Any other claim has been forsaken. This land is the Blackfeather's." (meaning Rowan's)