Silvertip Mountain My Wounds Run Deeper Than My Veins

As Ezekiel neared to gesture at the scar on Chaska's eye, the older wolf lurched back a low growl beginning inside of him. Zeke moved back on his haunches, ears flattened as he prepared for Chaska to attack. He shouldn't have trusted him all along! He was about to begin growling at the grey wolf when Chaska's facial features returned to the way they were. Still on edge, Ezekiel let his ears swivel up to their normal height and fur flatten. Never mind, the male had been on the defensive and nor offensive. Zeke was so used to taking growls as challenges that he'd almost got himself into a fight. Stupid.

I'm sorry sir, won't happen again. He said, hoping this hadn't ruined his budding friendship with Chaska. It wouldn't be the first time his quick judgement had lost him things.