Chapter One- Dominence
I growled at my opponent's blood soaked face. He was a brown wolf, his coat tattared and split, giving him a look of insantity. He trotted in place, kicking up the mushy blood-mixed snow beneath his paws.
His posture was dominent, legs hunched, spread apart evenly, his tail and head held high, but I could sence the fear in his green eyes.
This was way to easy.
My ear twitched, as if to remind me not to let my guard down. If this wolf senced it, he could take me down. And I would loose my pack.
I could hear my pack cheering me on, howling in support. At the top of the beutiful choir of wolves was the nervouss growling of the opposite pack, the one this brown furred wolve belonged to. If he lost they would join my pack, more commonly known as The Feared Clan.
I senced a difference in his posture, which was unwillingly turning submissive.