Falcon couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed that Sky was trying to talk to Sparrow, even if he didn’t mean anything by it. “Please don’t tell me you’re jealous of that daydreaming fluffball.” Raptor’s voice shook him out of his thoughts. Falcon hadn’t realized that he had been staring coldly at Sky. “No, of course I’m not jealous,” he barked defensively. “Okay, you better not be because any she-wolf who would choose that” he gestured to Sky with his muzzle, “over a strong, handsome wolf like you is out of their mind. He’s so desperate to find a mate that I wouldn’t be surprised if he dreamed he was in a relationship with one of the cows he’s been eating.” Falcon looked at Raptor and they both had to stifle a bark of laughter.