Fang comes up onto the porch and sits down next to Proudfoot. â€œHeâ€™s going very well. Trying his best to keep the peace with your clan and in amongst my clan as well.â€ He says. A wolf comes up to Fang and stares at him for a moment and then with a huffed sigh, lies down at his feet. â€œThis wolf is the alpha female of the pack, I saved her and her pups from a hunter when I was younger and weâ€™ve been like family ever since.â€ He says as he pets the wolfâ€™s head. â€œI assume Aylia has told you some things, about how my clan treats me. Itâ€™s true, but I just try to ignore it and my father tries stopping it. Of course it doesnâ€™t, it just gets worse or continues the same way it was going.â€ He says. Then there was silence, a rather odd awkward silence. It seemed Fang was trying to choose his words wisely before speaking; he didnâ€™t want to appear rude or arrogant in front of him. He wanted to show him that not all people in his clan were rude, arrogant ignorant people, and that there were some smart kind people as well.<br/><br/>â€œAnd the only reason they treat me like that, is because of the old stories.â€ He says as he still looks at the floor of the deck. It was an old habit of his; he would usually keep his eyes on the ground, even when talking to his father. And old habits die hard. Then he looks at Chief Proudfoot, â€œBut I swear that Iâ€™ll protect Aylia until my last breath, that no one in my clan will harm her. And when Iâ€™m chief I swear to change things even more.â€ He says in a serious tone. He noticed when he had mentioned something about the old stories; the family had given him a weird look. â€œMaybe I should explain what I mean by the old stories. You see several generations ago, it would have been my fatherâ€™s great great great grandfather, who was chief at the time. He was a black werewolf like meâ€¦andâ€¦he simply snapped and went crazy. He killed half the clan.â€ He says. Then he lets out sigh. â€œThen there was my fatherâ€™s great grandfather, he was also a black werewolf. Letâ€™s just say his mind was clouded and he led the clan astray, and many people died.â€ He says. â€œAnd then there was my uncle, my fatherâ€™s older brother. He too was a black werewolf, and he was chief at the timeâ€¦the reason my father is chief is because they killed himâ€¦â€ he says trailing off.<br/><br/>â€œKilled him because of fear and he didnâ€™t do anything.â€ Fang adds. â€œSo theyâ€™re basically afraid and are superstitious of black werewolves, thinking that they are pure evil and will kill the clan.â€ He says. â€œBasically Devil Wolves, Demonsâ€¦â€ he says and then he is silent once again. They could tell by the look on Fangâ€™s face that he was tired of how his clan was acting. It was true, he was. He wished that everyone could get along and there would be peace. But he figured that there wasnâ€™t, and he would have to try extremely hard when he was chief. Later that night, Fang sat on the bed, reading of course. The wolves of course were in the room, all lying around the room. Mostly around the bed and they were all mostly asleep. Then there was a knock on the door. â€œCome in.â€ Fang says and Aylia walks in.