He snorted at his mother’s words as his right forepaw kicked at the snow beneath them. Still pesky, he muttered defiantly, his tail lashing out behind him. Sure, they had pushed some buttons, but that didn’t mean they had to be treated so rudely by their blood relatives. The Archer’s amongst the willows had no respect for their name as far as Sterling could tell.
His gaze remained fixated on the dark stranger in the distance but his upper lip had resumed its previous position as he stepped closer to his mother, his body angled toward the shadow. Just passing through… and eavesdropping? How rude. Clearly this wolf had not been raised properly. Listening in on the conversations of others was highly frowned upon… especially when he was so blatantly obvious about it. If he wanted to listen in he should have done so without being seen. Dumbass. He remained uncharacteristically silent as his mother questioned the stranger, asking for a name from them. If the male wasn’t interested in sharing then it was best he sauntered off, for Sterling had a million and one questions for his mother and did not want an audience.