Redsand Canyon where is your husband, nellie kane, where's your darling gone?

He notices the males attention on him and he laughs when he copies his greeting. Quirking a brow at the younger wolf he tilts his head. “What brings you around these parts then, peaches?” The pet name is a teasing endearment, but no malice is held in his voice. “Have you finally found your voice?” 

He jerks his head up in a movement of acknowledgment. “Why don’t you trust me? I only wanted a friendly spar.” The last question is obviously a jest. He knows exactly why he doesn’t trust him. Hell, if he wasn’t himself he wouldn’t trust him either.