Swiftcurrent Creek soft buzz · pack meeting

The sounds of the fight had been heard by Cutthroat who had been wondering a distance away but not near enough to clearly define much of anything. As far as the inky Pirate was aware it had been nothing more than a spar. Spars, apparently, happened a lot though the exercise was nothing if not beneficial to the wolves and the pack. It made sense to practice their combative skills frequently, to brush upon them so they did not grow lax from misuse. Beyond that it also served to strengthen bonds between pack members, in a way. Thusly, Cutthroat had not thought much of it and therefore had not paid it of any real attention continuing on his scavenger hunt for the rabbit whose trail he had lost previously. He had pursued a different scent trail, having abandoned the last rabbit who had, more than likely, gotten spooked and had darted off until it was clear of him. If that scent trail was to ever lead him to the delectable morsel he had intended on hunting and consuming Cutthroat was not destined to ever find out.

A call had risen from Fox, demanding the pack’s whole presence.

Captive or not he was apart of Swiftcurrent Creek’s ranks, albeit of the lowest, but he altered his course to reflect the summons and headed in the direction of their fire kissed leader, golden eyes lowered as he shrugged into the small group that had beaten him there. His eyes touched first Fox, then Bazi, then Njal and the other fire kissed woman he stood near heavy with child — Cutthroat could only assume that she was Njal’s wife. There was one male that Cutthroat vaguely recognized from the mini-meeting Bazi and Njal had held and another that the Captive didn’t know at all.

Quick assessment of the gathered masses done he reclined back upon his haunches willingly in the back with the hopes of being the shadow his ink colored coat had designed him to be upon birth. If only he had been a mere shadow previously, it might have came in handy in the long gone past; however, facing the present his eyes turned to Fox awaiting what she had to say with a prisoner's silence and patience.