The tension in the air was palpable as Otis stood before the enraged Black Wolf, who was seething with anger and baring his sharp teeth in a threatening snarl. Otis had just killed all members of the Black Wolf's pack, and the wolf was determined to make him pay for what he had done.
"You bastard!!" the wolf roared, his voice echoing through the forest. "You will pay for killing the Black Wolves of my pack! I will have your head! If you don't die here today, you will die at my hands in the future."
Otis remained calm and composed, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "It's your fault, you know," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You challenged me, then surrounded me and Ruby with weakling wolves. It's kind of an insult to us, you know?"
The black wolf's eyes blazed with fury. "What did you say?!" he yelled, his voice rising to a deafening roar.
