Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

the man affirms what law's nose tells him: that treason inhabits this forest. law's steel-blue gaze lifts for a minuscule second from terance to the territory expanding behind him before flickering back to the leader. arbiter, he repeats his sister's new name softly in acknowledgement; though overall law isn't overly surprised by the news. it wasn't as if name changes weren't a common occurrence in their family. he has been law for almost three years of his life now but before he'd been known as snitch for, well, his penchant for snitching on anyone. everyone. nothing and no one was sacred. everyone had become a stepping stone in law's eagerness to be the apple of devil and victory's eyes.

terance, the scarred male introduces himself as, followed as it was by the fact that this pack was led by him and arbiter. i see, law murmurs in contemplation, with a flick of his ear. she's done well for herself, law thinks. i was passing thru, actually. i didn't intend to stay but i caught her scent on your borders and, well. here i am, is left unsaid but expressed in the lofty roll of his shoulders.