Silvertip Mountain meet the fockers

Grayday made to explain himself, and gave Zeke's cheek a quick lick. Not good. Zeke did not like to be touched unless fighting of course. Even as a sign of submissiveness or apology, the gesture made Ezekiel draw back his lips to reveal his pearly whites. The older wolfs next question only angered him further. A little voice, one that he'd pushed away for a while, chimed in. Rip this loser apart Ezekiel! But those days were behind him. Besides, the otter pup that Grayday carried was proof somewhat of his claims. The lighter side of his heart allowed him to back off of Grayday, although he ignored the lambda's request. He definitely would not be touching Grayday's face.

Relaxing his posture to little signs of aggression, however remaining dominant, Ezekiel spoke forcefully to his pack mate. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, but you can't be here. It's too close to the kid. He stated, hoping Grayday would catch his undertone. He still wanted to try and figure this wolf out, but not this close to little Adeline. The poor girl had had enough happen to her already she didn't need more stress.