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

A small smile touched Crescendo's features, a rare, real one. "It was a honor to fight along with true warriors," he said humbly, dipping his head to Bane and Meldresi. He shifted slightly in order to put less weight on his mangle foreleg, but quickly looked back up the others. "They were fools, to attack us." he said proudly. "They were lucky to escape with their lives."In his mind, no wolf stood to win against any member of Blackfeather. Though he had sustained a few wounds, his enemy had sustained many more.