Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

Her tale was a strange one, though Scimitar gave no indication that he believed it to be so. The thought that another carried her without her knowledge as to who seemed to hold the ghost of a lie within her words, but he did not dwell on it. Instead, a sardonic snort escaped him at the mention of the Creek's unborn pups. "Until we manage to ruin them as well," he murmured dryly, his tail giving an idle flick at the prospect. With Ferdie and Jace gone and settling so close, it would be amazing if the packs would not see bloodshed.

"After all, wasn't your life considered plain at one point? he was not sure how the conversation became so heavy, and without wishing to keep it so, the agouti male closed distance between them, his breath sliding across her cheek as he made to touch his nose to hers -- a coyness springing to his eyes as he lifted a paw to tap the ground playfully, as if hoping he could lure her to a game of chase.

Such a delicate beauty as herself should not have held such a frown upon her features.