Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

The flat tone in which she responded drew his own assumption that she had in fact been kidding – briefly, he wondered what the feisty Alpha’s response would have been to her pale Beta’s humor. He knew neither of them well at all – a reminder that he either needed to make a better attempt at pushing himself in to the pack he had chosen, or simply moving on with life.

Amusement flickered across his features as the she-wolf cast a glance to his chest, a small smile flirting across her features. Scimitar was unused to female attention in such a variety, though he held little belief in Bazi’s words – to him, the fiery she-wolf had regarded him as if he had mattered very little in the grand scheme of things. Though she had request his company on a quick round of the borders to better acquaint him with the land. “Given those I’ve met, I imagine many of the males here are,” he drawled, suddenly recalling the large sizes of the males he had seen in the creek thus far.

He shrugged then, shifting his weight and casting his aqua eyes upon the rather brazen dove before him. “Perhaps she’s not mine.” He doubted she would lose sleep over it – but that didn’t stop the smirk that twitched at the corner of his lips at that moment.