Swiftcurrent Creek connection

His silent wait was not a long one, and soon a pale creature weaved her way toward him. She was slender—delicate, almost, and as she regarded him carefully, the agouti male found his own form lowering even more as the dutiful visitor to any land should. He watched her quietly as her muzzle tilted back slightly, crying out for the others of her pack. One ear flickered forward at her words, and as she did not address him further, the lone male gave a small nod in return to her statement. He could at least appreciate the efficiency of it.

They weren’t alone for long – a darker male came to them, young, like the female. Scimitar held his posture in the same low manner so as to not threaten the pack wolves of the territory – the other did not hold himself in high regard like the ivory she-wolf, and in turn, Scimitar could only assume it was not the alpha that had come upon them just yet. A light nod was given to the introduction, his eyes falling upon the large black wolf’s paws. “Scimitar,” he offered in return, his own tone a deep rumble. “I come to seek information of the pack and possibly swear my allegiance should I deem it be a good fit for both parties.” It was strange to think how much distrust he now held in packs after having two of his previous ones disband within the region.