The birds remained unseen in some far off tree, and Zion brought his head level again, giving a small 'hmph' of displeasure. He felt a bit mighty, up on this hill, especially after it had taken such a grand effort to get up here in the first place. The boy grinned crookedly to himself, rather pleased by his own efforts, before the sharp bark wiped the expression off of his face and replaced it with a confused, furrowed expression. Zion looked down the slope, digging his claws into the dirt-- it felt rather nice to be looking down his nose at somebody. Positioning himself in a dominant manner, like he'd seen some other adult wolves do, he let out a puppyish growl.

He stamped a paw on the ground in an almost comical display of aggression, but made no move to descend the hill. It was a refusal to be on the same level as her insolent, impolite behavior. Zion opened his mouth as if to say something, but he was cut off by the sight of his sister creeping around the slope. Eira was the most normal of all his siblings and he was glad that it was her who had come out to play. His other sisters could be a bore, after all, with their muteness and deafness and what have you. The brown-marked girl was just itchy, after all, and while it wasn't perfect, it was at least something that Zion could live with.

But, he supposed that he was looking down upon them both. It was this false sense of superiority that caused him to bare his fangs as well, protective and territorial of his supposed kingdom. "Tell us who you are." He demanded, his tones shrill and youthful but not entirely uncommanding. Did he not deserve the title of 'king of the mountain,' after all? If this girl wanted to play, then she'd just have to follow the rules.