Bearclaw Valley Toughen me up!

Raziel wasn't complaining. He was merely stating what was on his mind in a mildly exasperated manner. Not at her; she hadn't done anything wrong. He was simply angry and irritated at himself for behaving in this manner, he would rather die than let his condition be exposed to the world. At that moment, the Roman made a decision: he would have to take poppy seeds on a daily basis if he didn't want to have his problem to be exposed. There was no other way; this was the only path Raz could walk. He had told himself there were other ways, but now he could see...there was only one way.

A smile tugged at the left corner of his lip as Scarlett asked him how she could look more intimidating. "Stand up," he said quietly, rising to his own paws and beckoning for her to do the samething. "Straighten yourself to your full height, raise your tail to a position that befits your rank. Empty your features of emotions and make your eyes cold and fathomless." Raziel instructed her calmly, demonstrating it himself. Immediately, he shifted from a kind looking wolf to a regal, stoic Alpha.