Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

Crescendo stared at the male. Why not humor him? He had nothing better to do, after all. "The crows and the ravens of these woods are locked in an eternal battle, for reasons unknown. Their fights wage on, and the whole wood is full of them, no matter the time or season. They also make for a great snack, when they get out of hand." Crescendo smirked. "But it is not the birds you should fear in these woods. Here, we deal with trespassers...accordingly." He let the visitor imagine what his words meant, but he himself thought of the wolf carcasses left strewn across the territory, eyes still wide with terror. Yes, trespassers were always fun.

He was still a little upset about the ease that their last hostage had gotten away, and that he hadn't been able to have all the fun he had wanted with her. Oh well. Another would come.