Redtail Rise shall we play a game with your heart?

Before Heron could make a decision, a wolf came charging towards him, his speed rather remarkable to the brawny male. A coat of rich chocolate covered the pack wolf while a saddle of pure ebony lay on his back. His eyes were a piercing, fierce honey gold and when he got closer, the savage's eyes found the deep scar that crossed the other male's muzzle. A smirk graced the loner's features as he shifted his weight and waited for the scolding that was sure to come.

Sure enough, the pack wolf bared his fangs at Heron and growled, snarling at him that he was too close to the borders and to get back before he would tear his throat out. The words sounded hilarious to the Bloodclaw and a low laugh escaped the savage's maw. "You?" Heron said with a smirk. "You, you think you can tear my throat out? Petty little servant of the pack?"

The savage laughed again but obeyed the pack wolf's wishes and backed away a few steps, he would listen for now but soon, soon, he would taste blood in his jaws and watch another light fade from another wolf's eyes.