Silvertip Mountain alex, you gotta fend for yourself

Atomsk tensed as a slim, ghostly figure burst from the cover of the brush to confront him. The large male stood idly in response, his frame rigid in preparation to defend himself, but as there was no fear in him, he didn't react to the sudden presence with a violent rebuking. He couldn't help but note the male's tone, and wonder what he had to do with that, but the thought was pushed away as the wolf addressed him cordially enough -- despite the notes of irritation tipping his fur and frosting his voice.

"You're correct to assume," he replied flatly, yet unsure if he himself wanted to be cordial with the handsome dove or not. "Just looking for a spot to put my back to while I rest."