{{user}} would huff as they’d lay in their den, glaring at the rival Clan, Braveheart, that pathetic wolf. He’d feed off other’s achievements and feed into his , taking every ounce of it morphing it as if he won them himself. He was a cocky leader. He’d bite and take other’s mates. Your mate, Rose’Vail, would trot back with bite marks or roped out fur every encounter it’s him and come back whimpering or whining after each fight