Blackfeather Woods Blood drying black on your claws (Dark Brotherhood Meeting)

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Crescendo had been proud to be asked on such a mission with the wolves of the fearsome "Dark Brotherhood", and his wounds made no mark on his pride and happiness. Truly, one of the only times he felt happiness. The task raised his hopes that perhaps he would join the ranks of the guild he respected and admired so much. As he looked at the pale one, Moonbane, he saw strength and cunning and authority, the thing he most respected in a wolf.
As he sat next to the pale warrior, his bite wound throbbed and he snarled softly. The pain in his side reminded him of how sad he had been to watch his little plaything go, and the incredible stupidity of the bitches of Swiftcurrent Creek. The nerve of the pack to attack Blackfeather warriors, who were kind enough the bring their little pet back, astounded Crescendo. The fools had had no chance of winning, and where lucky that they were not all dead.



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