Swiftcurrent Creek a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

@Fox

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The days wore on with little effect to the cinnamon male. His creamy paws loped the borders day in and day out without sight of others, and in truth, only the very faint tell-tale sign that any outside wolf had been there. It would seem Swiftcurrent Creek had a quiet border, unlike the ones he had left behind at Neverwinter Forest.

He still felt a pang for the forest – regretful that he had not stayed and perhaps risen the pack up once more.. instead, he had left to search for Chakra – finding little to no sign of her. He was not foolish to believe she had fully abandoned them.. and yet, nor did he feel she was in any form of danger. Instead, her whereabouts remained a mystery to him, and little by little, he even began to forget the scent that had clung to her pelt.

Despite that, his ambitions grew more and more each day. He could not particularly state he felt at home within the lands he currently resided, nor would he agree that he was keen to leave. Instead, he would bide time to make decision, and perhaps, gain opportunity with the passing moments. So he fell within the duties of pack life – the sky was overcast, though the air was warm. It felt damp upon his fur, as if rain was coming.. with a weary sigh, Scimitar glanced upward, wondering if a thunder shower was heading their way.