Silvertip Mountain Finding Another Home

Grayday was a bit irriated by her question - perhaps more by the tone it was spoken in than the words themselves. As the resident wolf, he felt he had more of a right to question the stranger and less of a reason to be forthcoming on such details as names. She still hadn't answered all of his questions, after all.

But the fairer part of him - the reasonable part, the part more willing to make allowances - gently pointed out that it had been rather rude of him not to offer his name in turn, especially when it was not only a lady he entertained, but a seemingly kind one, at that. He felt a little rebuffed by her tone, but beside that, found little fault in her.

He'd been about to introduce himself when Steady arrived, and although he wouldn't mind getting to know Eden a little better, he was also very relieved that it was no longer up to him to decide whether or not she had reason and right to be so close to their territory. It seemed like Steady had his own question for her, at any rate, and Day was content to let the two talk without him. Socializing had been like that, lately. He would stick around, but only to support the alpha; if Steady needed anything, Day wasn't in the middle of anything pressing.