From One to Another

Oh, feisty girl.
A bark of laughter left him, and the sound bounced intimidatingly around them in the ominous woods. Slade didn't know if anyone would miss her if he just so happened to slip up and accidently rip her throat out.

"This is Black Feather. Black Feather Woods. "

A second passed, the intensity of his eyes growing with more of its fractions.

"As for information, I can give no one. What happens in this pack, stays in this pack. Yet, because you amuse me, I will offer you information, if you beat me in a nice little fight. I haven't had a good spar in years, and I'd love to stretch my muscles. "

That was a lie. He had recently killed an agouti lupine who had made the mistake of trotting pay their borders, and that was something he didn't tolerate very well.
He dragged the body to a tree, the willow that was one he frequently marked as theirs, and marked the corpse as well.
A warning.