Silvertip Mountain What few friends we have

The mood surrounding them changed, and with it, Steady. He stopped in his tracks at her clipped tone, his ears pressed forward as his body instinctively moved from his friendly stature to one displaying his rank. Her gaze towards him did nothing to help this situation, either. Shalon, you are a guest here, and as such, you have no right to speak to me in that tone, or look at me in any kind of disrespectful manner. If you'd like to continue this tour, I suggest you change it, and now. It was obvious to Steady now that he had been overly friendly to the girl, and possibly over stepped his questions with her. If I asked too much, you need only say so, respectfully. His tone was stern, but not aggressive. 

He would not move from his spot until he was satisfied with her attitude. This was certainly a teaching moment for Steady, and in the future, he would be sure to refrain from inviting anyone into his packlands that he didn't know very well. He did know Shalon could have an attitude problem, as he known about her run-in with the other wolf who she felt had invaded her territory. The tables were somewhat turned now- she was in Steady's territory, and he had back up.