Attack on Blackfeather

Slade listened, his auds swiveling and catching the low song of her words within darkly lavished fur.

That was it? Kill the leader? Was there more? Surely, the fox's minions would not simply let them kill their leader, without a fight.

"Perhaps I could serve a distraction of some sort, maybe draw him from the crowd. After all, they may be smart, but they do not posses the cunning words of a wolf, nor the mind of one."

Slade knew he could pose as an Outrider of sorts, and pretend to have no intention of killing any of them.
Oh what little they knew.

The dark king could feel his companion and fellow brother, Bane, the excitement he felt threatened to rub off upon Slades own heart. The thirst, the lust to feel the rubies spill across his own tongue , to watch the light fade from the eyes of prey, but Slade kept his calm. He needed a clear head to focus on the task before him. However, he did not forget about his pupil.

Turning to him, he spoke softly, the words laced with a anticipation that Bane could see he shared in the desire of death dealing.

"Which role would you claim, Snow Shredder?"