"It's really not hard, when the subject has a weak mind. This wolf was not as tough as he made himself out to be. In fact, I think I heard him thinking about cuddling with his birth-mother." Dymeh joked. Of course, the wolf whose mind he'd inhabitated had been scared, but no wolf really ever had connections with their birth-mother. Sure, they still existed within the pack, but age didn't really make a difference. One should fight alongside their mother and father as equals.
Dymeh suddenly remembered the question that launched him into battle in the first place: "What were you doing with those wolves, anyway? You could've gotten yourself killed!"