Blackfoot Forest cried his wife impatiently.

His teeth missed the white beasts throat, but clamped for a moment onto the lower jaw of the other male. Kierke tightened his grip in an attempt to hold his grip on the pack male. The other wolf was smart and quick to escape. The ghost could feel flesh being ripped from his teeth as the other wolf toppled over, becoming defensive... giving in to the brutality of the loner. The fire in the brute's eyes latched to the male on the earth. He noted the curling of the pale wolf's tail and his lips remained curled over his ivory canines. 

"You will submit to me now, or I will take more from you than your home," he spat in a vicious tone. The large monster had no intention of dying. If he could not live in spite of the ravaged land and lack of prey, he would take it from another. Lifting his shaggy skull upwards, Kierkegaard parted his jaws and howled to the winds of the pack. It was his now. Their Alpha had fallen. Lumbering forward, he sniffed the prey animal and quickly sank his fangs into the tender body. His gaze did not leave the other wolf.