The scars that mark my body, they are silver and gold

A small twinge of like for Burke passes over Grim. The large male has gained a little of his respect. Thought not enough to prevent Grim from wanting to kill him. This one show of wanting to hurt another wolf is not enough to move Grim to saying that he truly respects the brute. He has his doubts to ever fully respecting him. The size of Burke still intimidates him. It makes Grim want to challenge the male to see who is the better fighter, who is the stronger one.

Legs tense beneath him. He pushes off with savage force, straight into the female as her viscous words tumble from her muzzle. His jaws are open wide, aiming for her throat. She will regret challenging them. He will have the taste of her blood on his tongue.