Silvertip Mountain Once on this island auditions today

For @Anita ;))

Ezekiel trotted through the territory, feeling pretty damn good. He'd been having a fantastic day, not to mention his life was going the best it's ever gone. A steady friendship with Valette, which could be something more soon enough. The beautiful female now shared a den with him, so his scent was beginning to become a blend of him, Silvertip mountain and Valette. Plus he was the beta now, which turned out to not be that hard at all. He organized stuff, kept everyone together, and as always guarded the borders. Life was perfect.

He stopped at a small stream to drink, lapping up the sweet cool water. It tasted better than it ever had. Out of nowhere, maybe just because he was happy, the male swatted his paw across the water, a childish smile on his face as he watched it ripple. Then without warning (but like warning who anyways?) he leaped in, soaking his thick grey pelt down to its roots. There he was, the beta, the big, handsome, stone faced man, playing like a baby goat. Because he felt like it.