Silvertip Mountain Don't sink

Ezekiel was out on a patrol when he found Steady, lying on the ground and whining. He watched from the distance for a minute. Paused in his tracks as he watched hi friend. Had something happened? Niita? Valette? Zeke began to worry, so he rushed from his bracken cover over to the alpha's side. He did they too close, not wanting to intrude or startle Steady, but looked around cautiously. After clearing that no intruders were nearby, Zeke went towards Steady and sniffed him and checked him out. No blood, he wasn't injured.

The gamma stepped back, fur still bristling as he worried. He bowed his head quickly, a brief respectful gesture to his alpha's rank. What's wrong, I thought you were in trouble or something? He said, calming down quickly and sitting down, allowing his fur to lie flat. There was no imminent danger, but he'd never seen Steady so distraught. Something must've happened to make the black wolf this way.