Silvertip Mountain Super shade throw down

Oh god. It was talking. It was speaking to him. Ezekiel snorted, a smile of pure annoyance on his face. He found it funny almost, how much she got on his nerves. Oh nothing much milady. Glad to see you and your red pelt still match the color of the fire I visualize you burning in. He trailed off the end of his sentence, so that she could barely hear. To his chagrin, she sat down under his shade. Well it certainly was about to get a lot shadier under this tree.

 My pelt suits me just fine, I don't mind the heat. It helps me conquer perseverance, something wolves who know you must practice daily. He said, lips pursed sourly. He didn't mind being rude to some, and Anita deserved it. What had he honestly done to her to make her so salty towards him? Well my name is Ezekiel, which means god strengthens which is surely what what I need to deal with this. You're faring fine I hope. Enjoying the family?