Swiftcurrent Creek false twilight

Her words were seemingly nonchalant – ’Oh, this scratch? I just peed on their borders, no big.’ He studied her in that moment, bordering the line of annoyance and amusement. His eyes worried over her once more, checking to note any other damage done to the fiery female – Jace, possibly, had gone lightly on her trespass.. or, she was a true spitfire and fought him back tooth and nail. “Jace just made the shit list,” he rumbled, displeasure coursing from his body in the tenseness of his rigid shoulders and the sudden lash his tail made through the air.

Her question, while innocent, stirred his eyes to move back to her chest, noting the intimate posture it would place upon him. Unwilling to dwell on this though, his mind still forged forward with anger to The Sunspire – the idiots clearly did not care they were unwelcome and could easily move their newly blossoming pack further from the Creek lands.

Moving forward, the lowering sun glinting off his haunches, Scimitar lowered himself before her, his ears sliding back in deference to the she-wolf he had swore his loyalty to. With one limb tucked beneath his chest, he eased his rumbling growls as he made to inspect the wound, annoyance radiating him that anyone dared touch her, or any Creek wolf. Bumping his muzzle to nudge hers up more, he sniffed at the wound delicately before smoothing his tongue across it, the tangy taste of blood still infuriating him as he remained silent for a few remaining moments as the skies darkened.

Pulling back for a moment to inspect the wound once more and his ministrations, he snorted sardonically. “Perhaps next time a companion would be wise,” he suggested lightly, knowing so many others would be as enraged as he. “Though I wouldn’t recommend anyone trespass on another’s lands alone. A foolish Alpha around these lands tried to do the same once when I was in a pack west of here.” And now here he was.. angered that another had attacked his own leader when she had committed the same offense.