Big Salmon Lake The devil in wolves fur

Swallowing a mouthful of gore he shakes his head to her in disappointment. He’s not disappointed at her, he feels strongly towards a pack being run by fucking kids. His mind fogs up with horrid thoughts, thoughts of his fangs ripping and tearing flesh. For even a moment his previously calm silvermoon eyes became distant and unfocused. 

Helping this pack is main goal as of now. Sure he is, and can be, a savage, even ruthless killer. But if one cannot see two sides of the same coin, they’re blind to true leadership. That is what this pack is right now: blind. Stumbling about like a new born pup, weak and trembling, blind to the true horrors of what leading a pack should be like. One cannot kill and lead the path of savagery at all times, there must be balance. It’s a shame only bloodthirsty wolves with no fucking common sense strive to take over this pack.

He shakes his head once more and focuses back on the female before him. “Unacceptable.” He states bluntly. “I haven’t met this boy yet. What is his name?” He asks trying to put names to faces of some of the pack members he might has seen. If the boy has a chance he won’t have to kill him. He’ll even give their female leader a chance to step down without bloodshed but he’s sure she won’t have it.

The gazes up to her once more. “Who is the big gold wolf?” He asks curious as to when he saw him earlier. He looks like he could be a formidable ally if he can manage to get him on his side.