Blackfeather Woods Bloodflood

Grim flared at the pups words. Damien. "I am your elder whelp. I do not need to give you any respect." He snapped at the pup before turning and walking away. The spawn infuriated him, but still he had no interest in Damien. Eyes glanced around briefly for another search for Burke. It would be his luck if the large male was around. Grim put the pup to the back of his mind as he left him. Any words that the whelp spoke would fall on deaf ears. There were more important things than fighting with a hot headed puppy. Like planning the death of his sibling and other white wolves.