Moonspear halfway to a donut

Harley stopped a few feet away, ears wilting back and feathery tail halting high mid-wave. He made no move to lower or even move it, and a confused frown set upon his face. His tone was far from challenging, but the hybrid felt his muscles tense beneath his thick pelt.
        "You call for someone and ignore the one that comes?"
His amber eyes turned to the other wolf, the one he hadn't scented. The grey male was fairly neutral for now, but he hoped there wouldn't be a change in that should something go sour with Lazarus. Speaking of, he turned his eyes back to the pale challenger to await a reaction. 

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