bad blood

The siblings had not connected since their fight – something Scimitar regretted, and yet he had needed the time. Kaskara’s eyes remained downcast, and eliciting a snort, the brown wolf loped forward, closing the distance between them and nudged her on the cheek.
 
The distance between them was not wanted – the moment she had joined him in Swiftcurrent Creek, Scimitar would not have wanted to see his sister hurt again, the way she had after they had banished her from their ranks. Now, he stood before her, the cause of it all. “So,” he started, jumping instantly in to the reason he had truly sought her out. “Kieran..”