Dawnlark Plains pause for paws

LOL.. that escalated quickly. @Meldresi -- I'm having Scimitar attempt to circle her and be on the opposite end of her from where Nochtli came in. I understand if you'd rather your character didn't get the snot kicked out of her (though dice rolls, you just never know!).. so if you want her to slip past before he finishes and bolt.. that's fine by me.. or, alternatively, if you're up to start some drama/a fight, you can PM me and we can discuss. :o

Before Scimitar even had a true chance to determine his next move to figure out where the ebony she-wolf was from, their group of three quickly became a group of five. Baffled and annoyed, the cinnamon wolf withheld his composure, not allowing his emotions to seep forward to his features, and in turn, he broke his eyes away from the two strangers before him to view an ivory and rust she-wolf – and as she spoke, he had an inkling of who she was.. he just had yet to hear what she had decided to call her pack.
 
The irony of her discussing how close these wolves were to pack lands was intriguing to him – had she not settled almost at his own doorstep with full knowledge of Nova Peak’s existence? Yet this was not he time for such a question, and as another came and began to accuse the swarthy female of previous trespassing, he knew his chance of her revealing her home openly was gone.
 
Pivoting, the cinnamon wolf began to circle around the other end of her, blocking the unknown witch between himself and what he considered his two ‘allies’ for the stolen moment – the ebony male remained forgotten for now. “You smell faintly of the Blackfeather Woods pack. Why?” His tone flattened—his eyes flashed. A large beast, and one who was attempting to barricade her in.. Scimitar left little room for discussion on a response.