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His eyes slid over the Beta – her words stirring confusion that did not reach his gaze – as was so carefully masked by heritage. The implication was almost enough to draw a snort of surprise from him, and yet the flippant demeanor she held now left him questioning to whether or not she was truly joking.

“Does Fox take it upon herself to do so with all of her newcomers?” He drawled the words slowly, rising subtly, though not enough to ignite a challenge between the two.. at least in his mind. There was something intriguing about the wolves of the Creek – Fox and Bazi were small in height – impish, almost, and yet there was a fiery nature that seemed to surround them, and indicated to the male that they could both easily best anyone in a fight.

Depending on the nature of Bazi’s words, a few things suddenly made sense – the silver male (Ferdie, if he recalled correctly) and the jealous glare he had received. Or.. perhaps, his leader’s flitting absence within the lands (at least within his knowledge).