Silvertip Mountain What few friends we have

Ezekiel nodded as Steady introduced him, and accepted the greeting she gave him. It did strip away a bit of his bitterness towards her, but she wasn't exactly on his nice list. Steady explained that he'd met Shalon in Ravensblood, sparring and Zeke nodded. She seemed harmless enough, and though Zeke wasn't fond of her, he would trust her for now. Whoever Steady trusted was probably trustworthy. 

The large grey male sat and waited as the chatted, distracted by the horizon. Sunset's painter was beginning its work, the blue of the sky was blemished with red. He didn't pay much attention to the conversation until the female brought up a fledgling pack. Swiveling his ears to hear better, Ezekiel furrowed his brow. Another pack could be a good thing or a bad thing for the Silvertip wolves. Interested to learn more, Zeke finally spoke up. Where is your pack settling?