Northstar Vale good morning, look at the sun

Scimitar was uncertain of what language he was supposed to excuse – nothing the man had said seemed to hint at disrespect, and yet Goldhawk was certainly an odd one, to say the least. Pride rose within the dark agouti man, and he felt a small smile press to his lips in turn – it was one thing he did fear for his beloved. His past life had been rather tumultuous, and he did not expect that to change so suddenly – already the potential of chaos breathed down upon them in the forms of Silvertip Mountain and even Blackfeather Woods. To hear that she was doing exceptionally well in the art of defense and fighting was certainly relieving.
 
At his golden companion’s assumption, Scimitar felt a bemused smile press to his lips. “Swiftness is not my forte,” he clarified, if that offered the Gamma any insight. Perhaps once they had returned, and all of this was behind them, the two could spar with one another.
 
“Once we’re home and settled, I can show you,” he offered with a slight wink, his paws continuing through the terrain in the direction of Saena’s pack.