Witch's Marsh life is a game, where the player must appear ridiculous

To say he caught her at a bad time was a poor choice of words - Scimitar rounded up, intent on speaking with one of Saena's own in hopes of determining how the pack was when he watched the brown wolf tumble and fall -- a root seemingly the cause of what would be rather sore tomorrow.
 
His ears splayed back as he witnessed this -- and before he could decide if he should instead vanish in to thin air or approach and pretend not to see, it became obvious that the female knew very well what he had witnessed.  He mulled over his response, his bright eyes inquisitive as they studied her.
 
"Jade Fern Grove," he replied simply, studying her carefully. "We consider ourselves on friendly terms with your pack -- I was hoping you could tell me how Saena and Reek are doing." To the point, as always. Still, he eyes her with mild apprehension, canting his muzzle slightly. "Are you.. okay?"