Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

Morgana chuckled from her hiding place, watching the little meeting unfold. Cressy wasn't the only one who had noticed one lurking by the borders. They never learn.
So far, this little...meetup was going smoothly, but Morgana knew it would turn dark very soon. Crescendo would never let a tresspasser go without a little fun.
The tresspasser was right, Nobody took kindly to Crescendo and it wasn't unexplainable. After torturing helpless wolves, killing his own daughter and almost starting a war, who would like him. Unless you were in Blackfeather Woods. But even then, some STILL didn't like him. But Morgana did, wherever he went havoc was sure to follow , and Morgana was one for loving chaos.
She was unaware the story of the crows. You think she would know. She always thought it was metaphorical, not literal. She thought of it as the fight bettween light and darkness, a war that started long before she was born, before anyone was born. Or it was about the struggle of sanity when living in the dark forest, two sides compeating against each other. Two minds. Two directions. Two voices.
She turned her attention back to the scene she was watching. She wouldn't come out yet. Maybe when it got interesting. Or maybe never. But she would enjoy this, she could learn some tricks from Crescendo. She found him quite...interesting.