Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

Rowan rumbled low, letting the older woman talk. She would surely be of higher rank than himself because of his age; he'd have to learn then rise up.
He moved around the offending male, aiming to trap him against Padma. Or at least have an advantage should he chose to attack one of them.

"Where do you come from?" He asked with steel in his voice. His scent was laced with one that was so obvious now he was closer. Serem. Nightwalker.
But he had to admit it.