Windsong stalked the pack, his fur streaked with mud to hid the whiteness. He looked around, attempting to spot a lonely female that he could drag away. The Shadow Haunters would thrive while the Shadow Lurkers hindered, afraid that Windsong was going to strike a innocent female again. He was a good half mile from the pack's main site, he could smell their happiness. It made him sick. Windsong stayed low to the ground. Who would be his first victim?

Blackfeather smelled a stranger. An enemy. She raised her hackles and walked closer to where the scent came from, and then she saw Windsong. "Tell me what you're doing here or face the consequences, Haunter scum!" She hissed. This was not one of her better days.

Windsong's fur bristled. Victim numero uno. Windsong snarled, "Why does it matter to you?" Windsong's orbs glittered madly, he would find a way to strike, he just had to get a clear view of her scruff, and she'd be dragged to hell.

Blackfeather snarled, showing her teeth. "It matters to me because your inferior race murdered my brother. Leave before I have you for lunch." She spat, not knowing the danger she was in.

Windsong snorted. "You, kill me? No, no, I am almost twice your size, and probably weight much more then you will ever." Windsong growled, in swiftly movements, he lunged right for Blackfeather's scruff, so fast she might've not even seen it coming....

Being a Mackenzie Valley Wolf, Blackfeather was huge and muscular at 150 pounds. This made her think that she could take anyone on. She arrogantly stepped to the side, but not quickly enough. Her scruff was in Windsong's jaws. "Let me go or I'll kill you!" She hissed.

Windsong smirked. "No chance, m'lady" Windsong snarled, pulling hard, his fangs buried deep in her scruff. "Struggle and this will be your last stand." Windsong barked, ready to drag the fae if she loosened a bit.

Blackfeather tried to yank herself free, but with no luck. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked, now showing just a bit of fear.

Windsong smiled. "Let's go." He began to drag Blackfeather towards the breeding grounds.

Blackfeather went limp. She was evenly matched. She whimpered as she was dragged away.