Two Rivers Isle Running up a mountain, chains tied to my feet

Luckily the other wolf dropped the subject, for it didn't interest Zeke either. However Seb was, he didn't concern Zeke, so it didn't matter much to him. But if one more person mistook him for the guy he might have a problem. The male asked him a simple question and Zeke shook his head. I'm from a pack to the east of here. Silvertip Mountain. Not wanting to go to in depth, for who knew how the other wolf would react to Ezekiel's pack. The way the other guy smelled was of a pack wolf, and for all Zeke knew, they could be enemies. Ever on edge, the young grey male flexed his muscles, digging his paws further into the dirt.