Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

The lightest touch of mirth swept Scimitar's features, so subtle that someone that wasn't actively looking for the signs would have missed it. The ghostly beta's wavering smile took root and widened - she certain now that they were on the same wavelength.

"Isn't she?" she pressed, head cocked coyly to one side. "But she's the alpha. Isn't that the wolf to aim for?" He was right about the trend among the recent recruits. Most were large, strapping males, as if Fox were gathering pledges for her own version of the Hunger Games to help decide the future king of Swiftcurrent Creek.