Attack on Blackfeather

Slade had only encountered the female once, the obsidian cloaked femmora who Meldresi, the ebony priestess, paired him along with his Brother, Bane, with.
The single meet was all it took for The Nightmare to see what Meldresi saw in the youth. The liquid movements she possessed as her own, the silent way she glided across the soil, her swift manner of examining what lay before her, all charecteristics Slade admired in the young girl.
Perhaps he would have a chat with the fae after they finished their contract on the grimy mutts that inhabited their land.

It wasn't long before Slade sat next to the young girl, the Kadence the Alphess herself spoke of. With a silent nod of his regal shadow enveloped crown, Slade offered her a serious greeting. The Dark King had no words to offer her that were quiet enough to reach her ears alone, for the hearing of a fox was not nonexistent.

His fiery volcanic irises scanned the sight before them, the mangy animals having their little meet, discussing whatever it was that foxes discussed. And patiently, Slade awaited the company of His student.