Northstar Vale will the real slim shady please stand up

Zephyr had been dozing lightly on the edge of the group, tired and achey from his short trip outside the Vale and therefore hadn't picked up on the thick marks of an intruder. When Saena's feet pummeled the earth past him, his apple eyes were snapping open and before he knew it his ankle throbed in white-hot pain as he followed his First. Shaking of the haze of sleep, Zephyr stumbled once, grunting softly but only slowing when the pale alpha lunged -- it was but a boy in their lands, and the ebony brute didn't see him as a big of a threat against more than one of their wolves. Nonetheless it was the mumbled name of his First that kept him from jumping in when the boy didn't leave, but he hulked close, lips curled over his fangs and awaiting a command from his first, circling the boy with hackles raised and a gutteral snarl falling from his jaws.