Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

"Is for horses, not wolves."

He replied before he even turned his head to cast a demure look over his shoulder, though his thick eyebrows would arch slightly when he realized he'd just addressed the alpha of his pack with such deftness. His ears rotated back, a somewhat lazy indication that he was used to being yelled at for having a smart mouth and that he expected to be reprimanded...But at the same time, a casual roll of his shoulder and the unchanging, stoic expression on his face indicated that he'd been told off enough times in his life, that whatever reprimand he was given would roll off his back like water off a duck's shoulders. 

"Sorry. Hello," He rephrased, flicking his ears forward again and halting so that Mal could approach. He didn't bother to suspect that the alpha actually wanted to find him, or that he was needed for something- and assumed that this was a simple crossing of paths. Still, he felt somewhat obliged to hold in place should Mal need him for something, but was otherwise uncharacteristically quiet- it was the only way he'd figured would work when speaking directly with an alpha. Say little, expect less of a thrashing.