Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

"Maman will forgive when we bring her this, I promise." He pointed with his nose to the smaller black and white wolf. "I chased that one out of the mother pack with others. I remember."

The lashing of his tail said that his mind would not be changed. He wanted nothing more than the familiar scents metallic red to hit his tongue. To please his maman. "His partner is weak. Look, can't you see the limp?"

"There is no need to kill. Once we have the scent on our pelts and the red on our claws, we grab fur in our mouths and rip. We will give it to maman, for her nest."

Chaudry had a tendency to take fur in his fights. He would add it to his nest to revel in the scent, celebrating his victory.