Blackfeather Woods The Big Bad Wolf

The large masked male looked down at the small ball of fur. His blue eyes were surprisingly mild, they weren't that annoyed or cold looking anymore. His calm demeanor radiated from his body. It was something the hotheaded pup could learn. "Respect someone older than you. Don't bite them. I will bite back." The biting back was a figure of speech. The large male wouldn't bite Damien, he would think of ways to stop the pup. If he was going to bite him again, Burke would drop him back into the snow to cool off.

"Do you want to learn or not? Want to be a good fighter?," the tank of a male asked the youngster in the pile of snow. "I could teach you, but you will have respect for me. Otherwise you get more timeouts."