I'm ok with backdating it, I haven't played Erebus in a while :)
Intruders plagued Blackfeather those days. Wolves walked freely through the crows' lands, wolves that claimed it as theirs. But Erebus had chosen to watch them, to study their actions and behaviors before taking a decision of what to do about them. The easiest thing to do would've been to chase them off, they had the numbers, but that wasn't the Dark Lord style.
But it was different this time. The creature that lurked his lands that day wasn't a wolf. It looked similar, but smaller and more colorful, one that he had never seen before in his lands. The Spyros watched the creature under the patriarch's command, and this time, even guided by him. It didn't seem threatening, not to them, so the Dark Lord decided to take the matter in his own hands. The cry that the creature heard was Erebus' own call, announcing their presence, and with a swift movement of his dark wings, the Blackfeather Lord flew lower and perched himself in a low branch, in the fiery creature's plain sight.
"You're not a wolf..." he cawed in a serious tone, staring directly into the other's eyes with his threatening cold glare.