Moonsong Glacier Frozen for a long time

Ezekiel watched as the girl nonchalantly pulled a burr from her brown pelt, speaking chopping as she did so. No, he was not sad, but angry? He was getting there. Ears flattened, he scowled at her, not threateningly, but with a look of pure annoyance of his face. No sad. Fine! Perfectly fine. Now beat it before I beat you. The last part trailed off into a grumbled as he crossed his legs and put his head on his paws. He would not be further bothered by this coyote, he would remain calm. Perhaps if he tried to be nice, she would get the message.

He didn't bother to raise his head from his paws to speak, so it came out rather muffled. Do you have a name?