Blackfeather Woods Won't Wake From This Dream

Slade listened to the Ivory, his volcanic eyes giving the haunted lands the full watch they deserved. Wolves who attempted to tresspass had a deathwish, and it was a wish Slade was fully willing to grant. His motives were'nt those of a killer, however. His motives were to protect the land. The grounds that belonged to them.
And unless he was hired to take the soul of another, he would keep his deathdealing to a minimum. If he could help himself.

The ivory spoke his opinion on the Woods, and it was one Slade too, had thought when he fist came here.

"Yes, Kove, i have noticed the fear others possess of this land. You can smell the uncertainty on them, as they retreat from our darkness. However, only those who have the heart to approach, will be the ones who have the potential to be one with us. But to truly be within these lands, and not only survive, but to thrive, now that is what gives us our strength."

Slade's orbs immediately set upon the form of a dying fox. The smalll mammal was slowly being devoured by a python of sorts, the scaley beast swallowing its paralyzed prey, whole. Slade wondered exactly how it felt to watch as your world slowly turned black, to feel your body as it was compacted into another animals, to know you were being eaten, and to not have the strength or ability whatsoever, to do anything about it. To be unable to save even your own life.