Blackfeather Woods I'm the shi*

The alert was unnecessary, for Damien's senses had already made him aware of the other wolf's presence. Another new recruit, this time a male. If he had been above in rank, standing up to him would have been a challenge Damien would be glad to take, but that card was not in game this time. The male, for new as he was, had the right to strive for his rank, but chose not to for some reason.

"Damien," offered the dark male with his tail held high, reinforcing the previously stated, and mutually accepted dominance. Pale eyes trailed over the reddish male's figure critically. There was a lot of space for muscle in this one, Damien was a little disappointed. "How old are you?" asked Damien curiously. If he was to judge he'd wrongly guess Thatcher was way younger than himself.