When Azar asked about the pups, Stripe immediately frowned. She tried her hardest to hold back the emotion, ignoring his questions as she approached him. "Where were you?! Why? Why did you leave me?" Anger was clear in her tone. Azar stepped back a little, "What's up with you? You never used to act like this, why no--" Stripe interrupted him, "I'm only doing what you did to me! Now answer my question!" She spoke with a hostile snarl. Azar was almost in shock by her actions.

Jeraboa smirked. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he liked seeing strange wolf squirm. "I... I... Did not want to. I was scared your alpha was going to find out. He was going to kill me. If I knew we had pops, I would have stayed." Jeraboa growled. He picked his ears forward and puftos chest look bigger. "Well, I'll have you know, you don't have any pups. You weren't around, so they're not yours." He shook his head. "Okay, this got off on really bad foot. And I'm not talking about mine. Let's restart slightly. We're still mad at you, but you tell us your name."

Stripe smiled slightly at Jeraboa, Azar spoke up to answer. "My name is Azar."

His tone was less dominant now yet still serious.

(Sorry it's so short and it's been a bit.)