Porcupine Ridge authentic battle damage

He was angry because his wolves were hurt. He was angry because he allowed it to get to that point, when he could have heeded the preferences of some of his packmates and drove them out before they established and gained more numbers. He was angry for a number of reasons, and they did extend to include anger at the fact that his respect and tolerance had been so thoroughly disregarded. But the way she put it... he could not help but lose his ire again in mirth as he chuckled with her.

He disagreed with her sentiments about neighbors, most of all the idea of a single large pack, but he was quiet and did not comment. The subject shifted to herself, and his expression softened. He had not realized how much it had meant to her that he had come and took her into his pack. "I like to trust until I am given a reason not to," he answered simply. "But if you start murdering my pack I'll squash you." It was his turn to be impish, and he stuck out his tongue, but the jest was brief.

"I'm glad you've joined us," said the black wolf. "You could rise in rank, you know."