Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

"Yeah - threw a dead rat at me," Evien growled back to Merrick, fur standing on end as he looked the silver wolf over. He tossed his muzzle at the big red guy. "And that one picked me up." Embarrassing, yes, but true. Had they hurt him? No, but he still didn't like them. 

Green eyes narrowed at the growly pair and he lashed his tail. Annoyed, but not aggressive. "Like I said, fighting would probably be really stupid for all of us right now, so can we all just drop it and go our separate ways?" He looked over at Merrick, arching a brow. He'd fight if he had to, but he really would rather not. Especially not with a wolf that could lift him off the ground by his scruff.