Silvertip Mountain meet the fockers

You got me! But be prepared!

Ezekiel was taking a nap at his den in the hollow when an unfamiliar scent wafted into his nose. Well it wasn't unfamiliar, just one that he didn't expect to be near. He stood, immediately thinking of the last remaining pup. Adeline her name was. She was reclusive, Zeke hadn't even met her yet, but he worried for her all the same. She was their responsibility, the entire pack now that her direct family was gone. Ezekiel wasn't about to let something bad happen to her. He bolted towards the puppy den, fur bristling as he began to worry.

When he arrived, he skidded to a halt in the clearing in front of the den. There, dropping something in the ground next to the pups den was Grayday. Ezekiel already didn't trust the guy, his trust was on and off. Maybe Grayday hadn't been told yet, but he was too close to the pups. Newcomers weren't allowed to meet the pups until given permission. He didn't know for sure, but Grayday likely wasn't given permission yet. Immediately defensive, Zeke lunged forwards and tackled Grayday to the ground. Teeth bared, he held the older male down, muscles rippling as he stressed them.

Staring down dominantly at the other wolf, but not attacking yet he snarled, What do you think you're doing so close to the pups. Zeke was quick to judge, and assumed the worst. An assassin! Or a kidnapper come to steal Adeline! The zeta hardly noticed the wolf pup that the poor male had brought.