Silvertip Mountain My Wounds Run Deeper Than My Veins

A large grin appeared across Chaska's muzzle. He was oddly humored by this wolf's, Ezekiel or rather Zeke, formality. It was very kind of him. But he found that wasn't the reason and instead was humored by how he used to be so formal to others. His tail ever swayed a bit.

"Chaska" he responded, giving a little nod to Zeke. "Nice to meet you too." He didn't add in sir, cause he rarely used that. Unless he addressed an alpha for the first time. "Steady accepted you? He is a kind guy." "Just like Fitzdutiful" he added in thought, his ears wilting ever so slightly. And his tail stilled at thinking about him. He missed him liked he missed any friend.