Mudminnow River i raise my flag and i dye my clothes

HIs reveries did not allow for the misplaced slosh of water to be missed, and glancing up sharply, Scimitar's aqua eyes fell upon the white form. His initial reaction was of Bazi -- had she followed him here? But no.. his mate was smaller than the female before him.. more delicate of frame. Bitchier, even, he thought with a wave of disrupt.

He greeting lingered in the air for only a moment before his own muzzle inclined down to reveal he held a neutral stance. There had been a time in his younger years (if not only a year ago) where he would have held himself higher-- staked his claim of his rank. Now, in neutral territory, he remained as such.

"Hello," he offered after a beat, his eyes drifting over her pale form before turning back to the muddied waters. A year ago, he also would have likely left the conversation at that -- Swiftcurrent Creek had been filled to the brim with members. Now, he lead a pack of four other adults, and five children. Now, every opportunity was a chance for recruitment -- always a failed attempt. "You from around here?"