Somehow, despite Hybrid's unsteady height on only has back legs, he managed to send the other coyote tumbling. His hit connected with enough force to send the other male tumbling and flying through the air for a few seconds before he hit the ground with a loud thunk. Hybrid quickly fell to all four legs and pulled his neck in, ready for whatever other kinds of bullshit this little snot thought he would bring up. He didn't know who the hell this kid thought he was just attacking all out of nowhere and he didn't like it one bit. He didn't trust this kid at all. He was a snake.
When the coyote spoke, Hybrid immediately realized why he didn't like him. His insolence was astounding, but that wasn't the worst of it: he was Faolin's son. Hybrid snarled in reply and took a second to actually respond.
"Ezekiel," he snarled. "Well you've grown up into a right little shit, haven't you?" He didn't like being randomly attacked by clanmates; it just didn't sit well with him. "You always greet your fellow clanmates that way or are you just deft?" He still couldn't believe it and he still couldn't understand it, so he conveyed his anger in the only other way he knew how: words. If he couldn't hurt this little kid with his teeth and claws, then he'd have to try another way.