Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

Slade had no reason to kill this male, but every other kill he committed, he found less and less reasoning for it. He no longer needed reasons for embellishing a once living thing with death. It now slipped his mind. If anything, he wished this male would simply cease his futile attacks, and leave the pack grounds.
Or cease breathing. Whichever was easier.

Another move was issued, a strategic one other than the blind sided jaw whirl that had been previously performed. There was nothing Slade could have done for the attack to his cheek, however the Nightmare allowed the russet to latch himself to him. Real connected, he was. And Slade issued a move that could have smashed a pup.

Once the agouti was wrapped around him, Slade crouched, then burst forward on his hinds, flipping the both of the hessians over, however, with Slade now on top, he landed on the stomach of the russet. Then he stood, his face contorted into a menacing snarl that could hav scared a bear.
This wolfs final chance, before Slade would come to terms with no mercy.

"Stand down, or reap what churlish seeds you have sown, you filthy and pathetic excuse of a wolf. I repeat, stand down."