Silvertip Mountain Maybe I pulled the panic cord

Anita prepared herself when Niita asked why she and Ezekiel didn't get along. "I don't appreciate his aloofness, I suppose. When I first met him, he was acting like he was better than everyone else, and meeting the new pack members was just a waste of his time," Anita remembered the hunting party where she first met the male. "Maybe I'm overeacting, but I didn't like it when it looked down on me and he didn't even know me yet. Was he ever like this to you or anyone else?" 

The she wolf sat up, shaking the debris from her pelt. "But I mostly tease him. He hates it though, but most of the time I'm joking around. Also pretty sure that I'm going to get in trouble for it too, but I'm not used to these pack rankings and formalities yet." Anita cleared her throat.

"But all of that aside, I am glad that I became your friend. You seem like lovely company." Anita answered her with matching sincerity, but allowed a small smile to show through the seriousness.