Daemonium

He waited for his mad dog of an uncle to leave then strode toward his wounded father to clean his wounds. “He makes vows so blithely, and yet he doesn’t see what he in turn owes.” Tyranis said in an attempt to comfort the bear king. “He makes promises to make you pay, but doubts the might of the demons and their will.” He added with a touch of a snarl on his voice. "Don't heed the threats of a bold ram like him, should he brandish horns at us again we will break them from his skull and tear out his throat." Bloodlust had crept into his tone, the thick guard hairs on his hackles raising at the promise of justice and bloodshed.

“Father…Join my pack, teach my people the ways of the demons, and we will see to it that the traitor pays for all that he has done.” He left the offer between them, but had little doubt his father would agree to it. He was a king in his own right and Tyranis would need his strength as the tide of an inevitable battle began to form against them.