Silvertip Mountain I wasn't in Vienna

Ezekiel opened his eyes to hear a voice, a friendly one. Reluctant to break from his nap, but finding this a good time to speak to Niita, Zeke raised his lazy bones from his den under the tree and trotted towards the white female. He nodded to her respectfully, unlike with some of the newer and lower ranking members of the pack, Niita he felt comfortable around. With her, ranks weren't that important, so he never thought to stress his dominance. Hey Niita! Did Steady ask you yet? He said, knowing of his friend's wish for Niita to be his mate. He didn't know if Steady had asked yet or not, but he was sure Niita wouldn't keep it from him.