Silverlight Terrace Then there's me, I'm seventeen

haha Dash. :)

The other black wolf seemed not to understand the reactions he had caused in Taggarik and the brown male. He appeared to be offended by their offense, brazenly displaying his fangs to them as he growled and bristled, as though he had completely misunderstood their request for him to tone it down and suspected an attack might be imminent. Perhaps another wolf might have struck at him for his foolishness, but Taggarik was not so hot-headed.

He stepped forward again with insistence, his posture unchanging, but his eyes hardening, narrowing. His voice, deep and gravelly as it was, carried a slight growl between his words. "I don't think you understand," he said, calmly despite the irritation he held. "Your dominance has no place out here. It is not welcome." He was not be the first wolf whom Tagg had encountered that had forgotten the oldest laws, that relied now more on their tongue than their body to speak. Tagg was fluent in both, fortunately.