W i n d s o n g

Dark pads lightly touched the cold earth surface, mist swirling around the mountains and trees, sunlight blanketed away by the thick clouds that reasided on the ground. Golden orbs surveying the terra, nares taking in the dawn scent of the ruins, wolves and other various species told him of the area, auds taking in the sound of slumbering rodents and singing birds. He could smell wolf more then anything. Windsong trekked a bit closer, his eyes laid upon the stone structure of the ruins, evil happiness flickering like flames in his golden orbs. Lifting his muzzle, Windsong gave a low, friendly howl to the inhabitants, hoping for some sort of welcome.

This wolf was as dark as the stormy night sky. He had a plan for what he was about to do, of course he would need consent from the alpha around here. "This will be amusing" Windsong grunted to himself, taking a few lofty steps towards the ruins entrance. "I will be a great weapon for the Shadow Haunters." The wolf was like a rapist. He preyed on innocent faes, of course he offered pups to them first. You can't do this to the pack members., if your accepted. You can ask, but not force. But their enemies...oh their enemies will be up for a rude awakening. Windsong thought, inwardly smiling. He wouldn't dare do that, at least with his allies. Only to enemies of whom he was about to join, or maybe to stubborn outsider females that he could soon take pups away from when they came to age to practice battling and hunting, otherwise weaned. They, too, would join his pack. The pack would thrive with young, skilled, vicious, youthful yearlings sooner or later, making the pack almost unbeatable.

Yes, he didn't know their enemies. But he had a good mind. In that broad cranium held a dark, forbidden mind with ambitions. He wasn't exactly joining. More of allying. You could say. Windsong had one sole reason for joining these Shadow Haunters: they would easily agree on this demon's plot. He had heard they hated their enemies enough. We’ll see, Windsong. Soon enough.

"So let's see these Haunters." Windsong hissed.

Tahti

Tahti walked angrily out of the Temple with a sour look on her face. Her single eye narrowed when she heard the stranger. She walked closer carelessly, holding her head and tail high so he would know that she was higher than him in the hierarchy. "I'm Tahti." The coyote said arrogantly. "Your turn."

W i n d s o n g

Hackles raised, Windsong turned to Tahti, fangs barred, but then relaxed, orbs dancing. "Windsong." Windsong replied curtly, his auds pricked, banner held high to show he wasn't afraid of her arrogance.

Tahti

Tahti raised her hackles and pulled her lips back in a snarl. "You'd better keep your tail in its proper position before I take it off, outsider. I'm still higher than you here." She snarled angrily. She waited a few moments before speaking again, but did not calm down. "Well, Windsong, you don't really seem to know your place yet. But you'll do. Come into the Temple and talk to the alpha." She walked down into Dima's Temple.

W i n d s o n g

Windsong snorted softly, lowering his tail to a lazy position on his haunches. "Fine." Windsong nodded. "Who is your alpha? Tahti." Windsong questioned, following the fae.