Silvertip Mountain The end of the line

Ezekiel claimed he felt rejected since Steady hadn't noticed him right off. Steady gave an expression that clearly stated he didn't believe him, before it morphed into a smile. He was glad Ezekiel hadn't taken that personally. His friend knew that wasn't like Steady, and called him out on it, asking what was wrong. Steady sighed, his gaze going to canopy of the trees, as if the answer was there.

Truth be told, Steady wasn't exactly sure it was just one thing, or why he even felt this way. The pack had a good thing going now- they were bigger, and with the prey returning, they would be stronger. They were forming bonds that would hopefully last over time. So, then, why did Steady feel so glum? I don't know, he said aloud, sitting back on his haunches across from Ezekiel. Part of me is still settling in to this role, part of me knows this pack is as big as its ever been, but I feel lonely. It didn't make much sense to his usually-logical brain. Niita and I have something going, but she wants to be a scout, and that's going to keep her away. It had already started to. He had done his best to ensure she didn't feel guilty for that, but the truth was he was missing something.