Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

Novocaine moved with more certainty, not the way he once had but he no longer stumbled along no longer found himself tripping upon dips in the ground her had failed to recognize. Still his tail no longer held its usual position hanging limply behind him more often than not. His head was still held high though, his defiant expression stronger than ever. The yearling walked calmly after the summons, his mouth pressed into a blank position though a fire burned behind his good eye. There was already a great number of wolves gathered before the silver bitch and he sneered up at her for a moment then settled upon his haunches among the gathering but not really with anyone.