Blackfeather Woods Won't Wake From This Dream

Curiously enough, yet predicted, the artic followed him with no complaint. The leader in Slade appreciated the action, for in his mind, listening, using one's brain, thinking, proved superior to speech.
Slade took a bear like claw, and dragged the obsidian daggers down the front of a tree, a sign to the loners or trespassers who dared risk their lives to touch the forbidden land, that this was a place of danger. After the savage mark he unfurled on the bark, he continued his trek through the territory border, continuing to mark as the pair walked along.

"How have you taken to the beauty of the family? It is true we are unique, yet that's the specialty of the Black Feather Woods, no?"

A special choice of words.