Swiftcurrent Creek false twilight

Having completed his ‘task’, the cinnamon male became increasingly more aware of how close they were. Running his tongue against the back of his teeth within his jowls as he considered the possibilities, once more a flash of ivory came to mind – Bazi.. or Chakra? Did the Neverwinter female still haunt him so, despite their brief interlude? Pressing back now to offer the fiery Alpha more room, and because he did not want to offer the wrong impression, Scimitar shifted his weight then, pushing upward as he sat now, rather than remained nestled so close to Fox.

“No,” he stated, blinking at the female. It was these very moments he found himself curious to her decisions – how none such as Njal had challenged her authority. “Taking a squat on another’s borders doesn’t exactly inspire a serious message,” he noted, unsure of how she would take the honesty of his words. If she wanted them gone, she needed to eradicate them… and before their numbers grew from the last time he had been there. She might have been hoping to avoid violence, but lifting a leg on their borders seemed a far cry from the solution.

Especially when she came home looking like this, and only proving to them that they were the stronger forces at the moment.