Silvertip Mountain My Wounds Run Deeper Than My Veins

Ezekiel liked this guy already. He didn't talk much, which was good for Zeke because he wasn't a talker either. But then again that was just his first impression, he didn't know the guy all that well. The other wolf gave him an acknowledging nod, but did nothing else. That wasn't exactly what Zeke had hoped for, but it'd do for now. What he didn't like about this new wolf was that he appeared sickly, or just starved, or perhaps even wounded. Why would Steady have allowed a sick or wounded wolf through borders in a time like this. They needed helpful members, not helpless ones.

More curious now than before, Zeke broke his usual silence to speak to the male. You new or... He asked, trailing off in expectance that the guy would finish the sentence for him.