Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

It was in his wandering that his path was blocked abruptly. As he slammed on the breaks to halt his gait, he was sized up by none other than the Disgrace of his pack. Stiffening instantly, the boy looked to the former master, fire fueling the sudden bite of anger that he felt. 

"You think you do, of all wolves?" he countered, his deep baritone riding on a roll of thunder as he spoke. His tail lashed, and he stood tall as he looked to Damien, but, he would not wait for the other to answer. Atshen knew he had to act fast. 

Without any further indication, and giving the platinum-eyed man little time to respond, Atshen thrust his muzzle forward in an attempt to grab at the other man's throat.