Blacktail Deer Plateau Who the hell is bucky

Captain cocked her ears at the sudden barrage of curses. She immediately leapt to her paws, sweeping her gaze around to peer at the surrounding terrain. That voice, she realized. It sounds familiar. Slowly, she crept through the dense undergrowth, lowering her hackles in a stealthy crouch. There wasn't much to see ahead except for a bunch of trees and... She halted abruptly, narrowing her eyes to small slits. The forest before her thinned out into a small clearing. Within the compound stood a large, muscular male.

     What is his name? It was right on the tip of her tongue. He seemed so familiar. Her irritation passed briefly as she took a small breath of cold, wispy air and stepped closer to the wolf. His cursing only grew worse by the second, and Captain felt compelled to laugh. It was sad to watch such strong canines resort to hunting small game. Wait a second... Is that Zeke? She watched the wolf for a few more moments, her tail swaying hopefully behind her. Ezekiel!

     It was uncharacteristic for Captain, but she felt like this was one of those rare moments when one detached from their reasoning and just went for it. So, in an attempt at mimicking the old friends they'd once been, she darted out of the thick vegetation and tackled the male. "Zeke!" She cried as she barreled into the wolf's flank, boosting off of her hind legs to add extra weight and momentum towards shoving him onto his side. She was surprised at how much he had changed. As younger wolves he had been much easier to manuever. Perhaps she might have the advantage of surprise.