Silvertip Mountain My Wounds Run Deeper Than My Veins

Ezekiel gave the older male a moment to study him, check him out and get used to him. Zeke usually would do the same but he didn't want to get close to this guy just yet, he appeared wounded, and was likely just starved, but sickness could lunge at any time and this would not be the ideal time to come down with something. The male spoke about the pack, and how he'd come back. So maybe he'd left and returned, that explained why Steady would've let a weak wolf across their borders. Even then Zeke didn't approve much of the thought, but he also didn't know this guy at all.

The returned wolf turned the question of Zeke, and he nodded quickly. Relatively. Name's Ezekiel, or Zeke. Nice to meet you sir. He said respectfully, though the other male was in a lower rank than himself. Back at Winter's Bluff, through all the dumb, strict, and cruel rules, they'd also been taught respect for their elders. The guy wasn't that much older, just two years, but still it was nice to have respect.