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Ash was attempting to force himself to relax. He was worked up now, though, and wanted to kill something. He would hear the blood roaring in his ears and his muscles shook so he sat, trying to clear his mind. Ash hated younger wolves and some more deserved his hatred than others. During his best times, Ash was not entirely kind and friendly and now definitely wasn’t one of his best times. He had to regain himself, though. Professionalism and discipline were a must. Killing was saved for those who posed as a threat to the pack. All these thoughts rushing through his head, Ash was slowly relaxing.