Phoenix Maplewood The Traveler Meets Her End

Regardless of his newfound contentment in the maplewood alongside his companion, Luke's rage and his need for control was still embedded deeply in his breast, and on a hair-trigger at that. That the old wolf disrespected him, then refused to take his generous offer to leave immediately infuriated him beyond any reason. He redirected his aggression onto the yearling that dared to get between him and the stranger, such that as soon as she appeared in front of him he lashed out at her with his fangs and with enough force to knock her aside if she did not scramble away. Neither her coloration nor her words registered.

"If you are too old to be a threat you are too old to be useful," he bellowed, his furious snarling interrupting any further comment about how he had already had a glimpse of her 'counselling' and the pack had no need of such idiocy. But her time to leave peacefully was over; Luke lunged again, this time for the original target of his rage, his teeth seeking to slash open her nose and muzzle. Perhaps her blood would lend her enough sense to piss off.