Blackfeather Woods I'm the shi*

Thatch scanned the other, noticing that Damien held himself in a higher posture. Dominance. The dark male raised his tail higher to make sure that the dominance stayed where it was. Thatch shrunk down lower in reaction to Damien's movement. He watched the other male look him over, and the black wolf didn't seem too happy. How old am I? He thought in irritation, but shrugged it off quickly. A year. Two by the end of this year. He replied, though his brain had thought up zillions of snarky responses. He was new, he didn't want to get off to a bad start.