"So, do you accept the Vrka Yuddha?" Akela glared at the Shadow Wolf.
Conan ignored the massive Wind Wolf as he looked around him, he looked at the Grey Wolf, his wife Jezra who was now nothing but a cold corpse. Then he looked at all the expectant eyes of the thousand wolves watching them.
He knew that Akela already succeeded, this Wind Wolf drove him into a tight spot. If he didn't accept the challenge, he would lose respect from all his wolves.
Though he didn't want to accept it, he knew that a large number of these wolves secretly cheered for him to lose and be killed.
He closed his eyes. 'I live to spite haters!"
As soon as he motivated himself, he opened his eyes which now glowed purple with mysterious shadows moving through them like clouds.
He looked at Akela. "You are an honorable Wolf, triggering an honest Vrka Yuddha to make yourself the Alpha but your honor will kill you".
"In the beast plane, there is no place for wolves with honor".
