Blackfeather Woods Dancing on my grave

The pale female stayed calm while Damien explored with his nose. Nemesis and Burke's scents had rubbed onto the female, which helped her get Damien off of her in short time. Once he identified the female's own scent he pulled back and relaxed a bit, knowing now that she was not an intruder.

"And what do you think you're doing?" he asked disapprovingly once he took a couple steps back. "Shouldn't you be trying to prove your worth or something?" that was, at least, what new wolves always tried to do their first couple of weeks as members of the pack and what was required of them to gain a full-titled spot among the ranks.