Swiftcurrent Creek false twilight

Scimitar had emerged from the shadows after the strange day – the sun had blackened, and for the time it had happened, the agouti wolf was convinced hell had finally come to devour him. No others were by his side, and in that moment, the Frostfur realized how truly alone in the world he was.

But the depths of hell had not grasped him, and when the light of the sun filtered down upon the lands again, a sense of foolishness and embarrassment had flooded the wolf. Not that anyone had seen, but that it was then he realized his life had been misled.. and he needed to fix it.

Yet when night came at last, the stars above lit his path now as he loped the bedside of the creek. The pale ivory of his paws were ghostly in comparison to the darker brown that stirred him to blend to the night, yet this paled in comparison to the fiery sight that met him.

Fox, resting by the namesake of her land, remained stretched along the edge of the waters, tending to what he assumed was a misplaced fur on the beauty’s paws. That was, until the tinge of metallic blood slipped to his nostrils – dried, but there. His pace quickened as he closed the distance between them, and coming to stand before her, his aqua eyes instantly found the wounds splayed upon her legs.. and the gash upon her breast. A rumble escaped him then, the growl quickening his pulse as it elicited the night air with disrupt. “Who did this?” His tone was deadpan in question, his pelt bristling at the mere idea of another harming not only his pack mate.. but the feisty nimble paws.