Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

He chuckled under his breath at Steady's dark stare. Obviously the beta wanted to couple with this young wolf; otherwise, Phocion wouldn't have been given this kind of glare. Nevertheless, Phocion stayed put, a small smile on his face.

"My apologies, Niita," he said, bowing his head in respect. "Was merely patrolling the territory."

He inhaled; there was no prey-scent, not even close. "Are you hunting?" he asked the both of them with an inquisitive gaze. "I know I am. Zaria's pups get bigger with the day. They'll make fine warriors some day."

Well, he'll be damned. Steady had taken to the white she-wolf. Resisting a laugh aloud, Phoion watched their interplay. While she was beautiful, it would be suicide to try and snatch the beta's favored girl from under his nose.