Blackfeather Woods i could fight on a wall

His head tilted at her words. Or was it a warning? Surely they fought to kill, that's what had happened to the raccoons. He blinked, eyes questioning. But the keyword was usually. Usually, they wouldn't fight to kill, but they'd stolen from them, so surely the vermin had to be put down. He understood why Mother killed the one that had grabbed him, but what about the others?

She said it wasn't easy to kill, but he'd seen her and the others. They hunted and they killed often. Why would it be different for a wolf?
He trusted Tundra though, and he could try to promise himself that he wouldn't kill unless someone endangered the woods or his life.
She continued though, reminding him it was important to not let his guard down. It would be a skill that came with practice.

"I was there when the raccoons attacked." Surely that said enough to her. He'd seen the worst of them all -- well, maybe not worst.