Silvertip Mountain Giving up, going in

Steady belatedly greeted the other members of his pack silently before turning his attention to Krypton. He didn't exactly expect such little information, but maybe they hadn't been talking to this stranger for as long as he thought they had. He turned his attention back to the gray male at their borders while Krypton asked her question and he responded. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ezekiel bristle, though he couldn't understand why. Steady would have given him a warning, but he liked that Ezekiel was ready to fight, if need be.

He looked him over openly, noting his body seemed rather full for a wolf in the middle of a famine. How was he finding prey? Steady's gaze reached the other male's eyes, and his curious attitude changed to one of apprehension. Not to be rude, but what's wrong with your eyes? Steady had seen different colors of eyes, but these didn't look like just another color.