Silvertip Mountain A fish that's learnt to fly

Ezekiel was quiet, though Steady would not have minded if he continued to engage in the conversation. Steady wasn't a dictator, and he liked to know what his pack mates thought. 

The girl introduced herself as Niita. I'm Steady, Beta here, and this, he added, motioning his head towards his pack mate, is Ezekiel, Zeta. We operate as a family here. We're respectful of each other, and we live for the pack. We have four pups that get first dibs on food, but until you are established here, you should call myself, my co-Beta Mason, or our Gamma Krypton to deliver the food, he explained. Can you accept those terms? he asked. He hadn't met a wolf yet that had declined these terms, but one could never know. In this famine, many wolves might only think of themselves and disregard the next generation. Steady would not tolerate that.