Razorblade

He wasn't nearly as scary as his mother, not nearly as dark, not even close to being as mean. But he was a dark being, one that demanded respect and oozed hostility. He had heard of this pack, this "King N" And Saydin had immediatly sent him here. The steel grey wolf halted at the King's border, then through back his regal head setting loose a howl to the leader. Saydin wanted an alliance with the pack that thought it was as dark as she. Together, they would be a hard force to beat. Against each other? well then. All hell may just break loose.