Swiftcurrent Creek a merchant's daughter fair

For @Fox ! <3 I only touched on the SS thread with what has already happened because I don't want to assume where it will end. Eeh, most of this post is just useless fluff. xD

The sun had began it’s descent a few hours earlier and now was only half of a burning orange disk as if sliced into a crescent of it’s former self by the crust of the earth that rose to meet it. He couldn’t remember how long he had been apart of Swiftcurrent Creek anymore, the days a blur of being their Captive and now still their Slave. In a way, the inky pirate much preferred the first to the latter if only because slave was so demeaning to Captive. In truth, the titles mattered little to him beyond when one of the wolves decided to call him out on it, dredging up the past with the same uselessness of killing the kraken, letting it sink to the sea, only to raise it back up again when it was convenient too, to boast of it. Or so that was how Cutthroat rationalized it. Whether anyone else agreed with him he didn’t know and didn’t care enough to indulge. It was clear he still wasn’t trusted and while, sure, it was warranted it was also to the point where it was beginning to be insulting considering he had been the textbook Captive.

He had even proven his loyalty to his captors when he joined Njal and the two others to the Sunspire only to have Bazi’s convictions of the males proven to be absolute. They were beyond rationality as they both made excuses for their actions, feeble as they were to the inky pirate. Jace had even tried to paint himself the saint when he threw Cutthroat in the face of Njal (who Cutthroat knew was well aware of what Cutthroat had done) though Jace’s words held no real merit. Cutthroat had never actually betrayed the Creek because he hadn’t been apart of it when the whole fiasco with Crossbones went down. Lip curled back slightly at the thought, of their pompous behavior and the web of lies they had spun around their followers to elude them into believing that the two males were the victims.

Alas, with a shake of his head he dispelled those thoughts and glimpsed down at his paws, eyes the color of gold doubloons taking in the slate grey and rust peppered pelt of the plump rabbit he had caught that lay near his toes as if it had comically fallen asleep there, sprawled out on it’s side except for the puncture holes in it’s throat where he had grasped it to twist it’s neck. Initially, he had meant it to be for one of the pack’s caches but realizing the time decided he would take it to Fox as a gift to do with …whatever she saw fit. It wasn’t as if he were trying to impress her (admittedly staying on what he thought was her good side was a goal for the pirate) but she was his den mate (and Alpha besides), after all, and what kind of roommate would he be if he didn’t give her a gift every once in a while? Gingerly, he grasped it’s scruff and carried it to the den he shared with her, dropping it at his paws once more letting out a low chuff unsure if she was inside or not.