We'll fight until you forget who you belong to

Dove stiffened at the man's words, anger swiftly rearing like bile in the back of his throat and sweeping the fear, the anxiety aside almost entirely. "I was unaware that I had to convince you, Sirius," he spat, his tone (if not his words) making it clear what he thought of that. Their's had been a backhanded meeting as Sirius switched, not only the intent he perpetuated, but also the way he dealt with Dove frequently. His breath came in breathy gusts as tension settled on his shoulders, and he danced on anxious paws, invisible walls circling him as they slowly closed in.

He shoved the panic down with ferocious impatience and met Sirius' gaze defiantly. "And what will you do if I refuse?" he queried. The menace in Sirius' words hadn't missed him, and he understood the silent meaning behind what was said. But by the gods, he wanted to hear Sirius say it. He'd been left in the cold, so to speak, by the other wolf's words and actions, and the least the man could do was give him a straight answer.

Dove had been forced to endure a lot in his life, primarily due to decisions being made for him, and he didn't take kindly to another wolf deciding to take over where his family had left off.