Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The talks of neutrality and of alliance continued between Steady and the white alpha female from the other pack. Beside him, Ezekiel snarled slightly, and he saw a few of their rivals stiffen in response, gaze hardened as they stared at the Silvertip wolves. Phocion flicked an ear at Steady's rebuke to his packmate. The beta was right. One wrong move here could lead to chaos.

If it indeed came to pass that Silvertip would work with these strangers to bring down the wounded bear, it would be Phocion's first major challenge since arriving in the Teekon Wilds. He looked the creature over, watching it devour the dead bear with single-minded hunger. It would not be a good day for Phocion if this brute tore his face off in the process of taking him down. He was small and thin; he would go for the sturdy legs, trying to topple the bear, while bigger wolves would likely go for the throat and, hence, the kill. He would help in whatever way possible.

"I will follow your command when you give it," he told Steady, eyes locked on their potential adversary. He was impressed by the steel in his voice. For a wolf that had marched to the beat of his own drum his entire life, he was getting pretty good at falling in line.