Silvertip Mountain Super shade throw down

Ezekiel's face remained blank, though his flattened ears and twitch on his lips portrayed his agitation. He look as if a bug were taunting him and flying around his head. That's what she reminded him of. A bug! A pesky bug who decided to ruin his perfectly good patrol. Then she called him the grumpy uncle. Grumpy uncle herself! She was hardly any younger than him. Three months separated them. Grumpy uncle his ass.

I'm glad. I'm not a fan of our new pet either. He snorted, head held high. Sure he was stooping to her level of sass, but it didn't matter. He wasn't trying to impress anyone here. And then Anita asked a question. A real question, no snark involved. And so he answered it. I do know of one place, but I don't want to go there with you. Brutally honest, but at least he was honest. He had a tongue like his brother Gabe, and the wit of his sister.