Silvertip Mountain My Wounds Run Deeper Than My Veins

Chaska rolled his eyes at that remark. He didn't care for any of that. He was about to make a response until the other wolf came closer. An instinct rose and his head reared back, a growl threatrning to come through his toothy snarl. His hackles raised, the grey wolf frowning at the other wolf.

Immediately after, he let it all disappear. "I'd rather no one was to touch me, thank you...it's still fresh." Even though it wasn't fresh enough for it to hurt as much as his leg, he didn't want anyone touching it.