Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

He was many things. Young. Lost. Betrayed and experienced. Even stubborn and rebellious. A pushover, he was not.

His sire and dam had both been imposing, dominant wolves. Some of that had trickled down to Ensio, and he would prove it. He had never had to actively assert himself before. The most he had done was in puphood, with his evil spirited sister. Now, finding himself the grasp of someone else's muzzle triggered an instinctive reaction in him.

His eyes narrowed and the rumble in his throat was deep. Severe. A warning. Silvered hackles began to flare, thickened plume of a tail raised above his hips. He shoved himself into her...although not hard. Angling his neck, parting his jaws to fence with her.