The deep, rumbling growl never ceased as Wolfram stood over the younger wolf as he waited impatiently for an response. By the time the pup had finished he'd had more than enough. It only took an instant for his jaws to have Bastion by the scruff of his neck, teeth putting pressure on the loose skin, not enough to tear, but certainly enough for the young wolf to feel the pinch and prickle of fangs threatening to puncture through.
Wrong! Do not ever accuse me of needing something from you, little wolf. I am power. I am strength. I do not need you. You need me. You know nothing! You do not even know how to submit properly! You claim you will ask nothing of me, but you do not even realize that you ask a great deal. Submissive wolves submit, but who do you think takes care of and protects the weaker wolves? The alpha wolf was the protector, the provider, not just the leader. Just by allowing Bastion to live on his territory Wolfram would be claiming responsibility for the pup.