Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

Crescendo sighed. This trespasser was very nosy. Oh well, he would continue to humor him. It wasn't as if he had better things to do. "Yes, we have. You'd really think that they would learn, after we gutted the last one, and tortured the other." He stared at the wolf, a hint of challenge in his eyes. Would he take the hint?

Just then, a raven lighted down on Crescendo's back, glaring beady eyed at the wolf that was not of here. Of all the birds, the ravens had gained Crescendo's admiration the most. Crows were just plain stupid, in his eyes. He never ate a Raven.

Plus, crows shitted on him. The bastards.