Redtail Rise mountains that are stacked with fear

His eyes, dilated as his mind wandered, narrowed as they shifted to stare at...well, at the chocolate male from before. It was not in Ratio's nature to be jumpy, but he felt a thrill of anxious energy as he looked up at the smaller male. It was followed immediately by irritation. His hackles prickled ever slightly and he fought himself to keep them flat and smooth. Crimson red stared long enough to see glittering gold before they shifted and he looked away. 

The smaller wolf was nervous, Ratio could tell. Dense as he may have been at times, he could read body language. He wanted to rise but he remained where he was on the ground, feeling his paws prick as he felt somehow exposed. On the floor and once again uncomfortable... he felt his mood shift and he fought hard to remain neutral. This wolf didn't deserve his anger. He'd done nothing wrong.  

His voice was carefully controlled when he answered. "Ratio." he said simply, ears slowly folding. "Did you need me for something?"

Ashlar. His name was Ashlar. Well, at least he knew that now.