With approval given from Indru, Marsh settled contentedly into his role, prowling about the scene of two wolves with his teeth bared. If his leader wanted intimidation, then he would support that. With satisfaction, Marsh watched as Indru secured the trespasser beneath him, and even more as the younger wolf submitted quickly... but not totally; Marsh could see the tension in his figure, the aggression that wished to bubble out and be used to free him. So he had spirit! Perhaps this was why Indru wanted to make his point so much. The lesson would not be learned otherwise.

The whine was like music, and a flash of vicious pleasure ran through Marsh's expression at the sound. It was so wonderful having such a powerful leader. A low growl rumbling in his chest, almost unconsciously, Marsh kept close, waiting for the sign for Indru to purposefully release the boy - otherwise, Marsh was all too ready, now, to see him trip a second time.