Porcupine Ridge the devil and his sons

Another wolf soon joined them, dark furred and gray eyed, his posture was similar to the agouti male's: confident and neutral but he too, did not speak and Romulus was beginning to wonder if he made the right decision coming here. Already, a small part of him wished that Sebastian's pack had actually been founded; at least the charcoal male had a voice and a sense of humor, and didn't seem to mind the Roman's general snarkiness and vanity. Young and arrogant, Romulus already resembled his father in ways that were definitely not good and it was going to take a lot of time and effort to correct the youth's behavior and to make him act in a respectful, cordial manner sincerely.

The sudden longing for Sebastian and Aduin approached once more as the agouti male's face transformed, muzzle wrinkling, lips threatening to show teeth and his tail which had been rather amiable before had stiffened and rose. It was obvious that this wolf was not happy with his show of minimum submission and it was all Romulus could do to not shift his own features into a grimace and challenge the other wolf. He would have done that if not for his hunger and his utmost desire to survive. Instead, his velvety ears flattened completely against his skull, his tail dropped until it hung by his ankles, flicking in an apologetic manner. Romulus averted his gaze and respectfully looked the other way as well as crouching down to appear smaller and submissive.

It hurt. It genuinely and literally hurt Romulus to do that. It hurt not only his pride, but his whole person and it was all he could do not to grimace at himself. Instead, he remained quiet and silent, swallowing most of his pride. However much he did to suppress the desire, though, it still remained. The desire to overthrow this agouti wolf in front of him.