Lost Creek Hollow Luck is my middle name

They barked.
 
Of fucking course, they barked at him.
 
Why would they ignore him? Why would they leave him alone? No, everyone’s business was everyone else’s here, apparently.
 
His hackles bristled at the disrespect and his steps came to a halt. He glowered, his head held low in line with his shoulders, and his gaze unimpressed.
 
“What.” It wasn’t so much a question and more a demand for the other wolf to answer him, to explain himself.