Bearclaw Valley things are going to be different around here

Alright :)

Kove was not deserving of Scarlett, he had left without informing them and came back, automatically thinking he would have a place in the Valley and be leader once more. Gods know what would have happened if Raz didn't challenge the white male, Bearclaw would have fallen into ruins under the Inuit's rule. They would collapse and the pack would disband, Kove was unreliable and he was not to be trusted, it was obvious that while the Inuit might expect loyalty from others, loyalty meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.

If he was less respectful and was a barbarian, Raziel would have challenged Kove for Scarlett too but decided against it. Better for the albino to be happy than for her to slowly die away as his mate for life. Stupid child, the voice of his biological father rang through his head, you still think about her needs before your own. It was stupid of him to do so, to think Scarlett would ever care about him, ever love him. No, she was too blind to what Kove was, too blind to see who she truly belonged with.

Raziel's silver ear swiveled towards the direction of pawsteps. Leathery nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of a wolf of the Valley he had met on a pack hunt. What was his name? Adbartol? Aaldarbuk? Adlartok? Nevermind. Teal eyes alighted on the boy's form, noticing his submissive stance. It was clear that the silver boy knew of his new rank. Good. "Hey," he said with a small smile, relaxing his stance and with a flick of his tail, indicated that the boy could do so too. "Adlartok is it? We met on that ridiculous pack activity Kove hosted," he was secretly testing to see if this boy disliked Kove too.