Windsong was back, he wouldn't leave until he got at least one, possibly two, more females. Same attack sceem, he was 1/2 a mile from the pack dwelling area. Body covered in mud to hide his ivory colored bodice, he'd make the Haunters proud. Awaiting the moment, Windsong looked at the grey sky. To him, it was a beautiful day.

Mikomi noticed her aunt missing and followed her scent into the forest. There she saw Windsong. "Who are you and what did you do with Blackfeather?!" She cried, glaring hatefully at the wolf. "Talk now or my alpha will kill you!" She was quite small, at 75 pounds, but she was old enough to have pups. She was built like a wolf, and looked almost exactly like her now deceased father. Her coat was cream-colored and her eyes were green.

Windsong's fur bristled as he looked at Mikomi. Easy prey. "She's safe." Windsong replied shortly, curtly. This wouldn't be much trouble for him, but he put a note that she might be small, but probably could run quit fast. "I'm Windsong. Blackfeather, m'dear, is away for a short while. You'll see her soon enough." Windsong took slow steps so he was between her and her pack lands. "If you cooperate, I'll promise you no harm." Windsong snarled. Could be true, could be a lie. Either way, she'd bare his pups. Pups he would soon retrieve and bring to the Haunters. At least half of them. "Which would you choose? Pain, or the easy way?"

Mikomi narrowed her eyes and snarled. "You'd best back off before I decide I hate your guts." She hissed spitefully, raising herself up to make her look bigger. "'ll kill you if you dare to take one step closer. I'll rip you apart and give your meat to the human pets." Unlike Blackfeather, she wouldn't go down without a fight. She had the strength of her father, and the wisdom of her mother. But one thing that she had - but didn't get from them - was determination.

Windsong smirked. "Don't you already? I'm a Shadow Haunter." Windsong cackled. "And you, honestly, couldn't injure me. I'm twice you're weight and size." Windsong knew she was tough, one tough bitch. But never the less, he'd prove himself worth to the Haunters. Lunging suddenly, Windsong went for Mikomi's scruff. Even if she fought, he'd get her.

Mikomi snarled at the intruder. "You can go ahead and think that." She hissed back. "But I'll get you. I'll haunt you. Every day I will come to you, and I will take something from you each time. When you have nothing left, I will kill you." And she was serious. Maybe she couldn't do all this herself, but she was good at getting others to do her dirty work. And then Windsong attacked. Mikomi dodged, but not completely. She had a big gash on the back of her neck. "You will pay for that!" She spat, snapping at his face, hoping to blind him.

Useless. Her words meant nothing. "Say what you want, fool." Windsong snapped, twisting his head as she snapped at him. A gash was no marking his face, but she couldn't blind him. He thought. "I lived threw hell most of my life. It can't get any worse." Windsong twisted around, looking as though he'd retreat. Taking a few paces, he pivoted, fling himself right for the fae's scruff. He wouldn't give up. He wouldn't disappoint Risen. He made a promise. And warriors keep promises.

Mikomi snarled savagely and stepped back. But, being only half the size of Windsong, she was no match for him. She yelped as he grabbed her scruff. But she wouldn't go down without a fight. She struggled, but it was no use. Even after she knew she was beaten, she still struggled. But it was over for her.

Windsong smirked. Dragging her off.