Silvertip Mountain Nobody likes a tattle-tale

Ezekiel heard the howl from his patrol, it was specifically for him. Punishment? Or just a talk? Or a mission! No that was silly, that was the Bluff he was thinking of, this pack didn't have missions. Whatever it was for, his alpha was calling, so he obeyed, dropping his patrol duty and heading towards the source of the howl. He soon found the large black wolf, waiting for him in  a clearing. Zeke gave his friend a quick nod of respect then went to sit in front of him on a patch of browned moss. Sure it was brown and dry, but it was moss all the same. A good sign for Teekon Wilds.

Hey Steady! What did you call me for? He asked, looking up at the alpha with his large icy eyes.