Don't you talk to strangers.

Scimitar was ever vigilante in his silence – he held no dislike of Jace, though Ferdie had never been the welcoming sort. Yet as the swarthy beast prowled down the slopes and toward the group, it was hard to miss the malicious glint in the male’s eyes – how quickly camaraderie had escalated to violence. Though.. wasn’t that why the two had been tossed from the ranks? They held no qualm of attacking their own, and as the words flew from the black wolf’s muzzle, Scim held no doubt in his Alpha’s decision.

No sooner did his creamy paws itch to begin to stray away from the group and seek out some caches – he did know the mountain slopes after living here for a few months – the thought slid the moment others began to materialize. One she-wolf he recognized from previous gatherings at the creek – clearly, her allegiance had not been to the fiery regal, but the two clowns that had been ousted. Another he did not recognize – another dark female who made her annoyance clear. Blinking aloofly, Scimitar’s aqua eyes fell upon Njal once more, awaiting his order.

He could feel his own muscles tense beneath his thick coat – slandered words were offered, though he could not bring himself to waste his breath on any of it. The dark agouti male was a creature of action, and with a rumbling growl echoing from his chest, his paws took a slide to the end of the group, testing how quick they would be to coral him in before he could tamper with anything.