Swiftcurrent Creek Bhí mé Prionsa i measc go leor

The summoned male was quick to arrive, having only been moments away from the stranger. His stance was not welcoming – the lift of his hefty figure as he strode across the claimed grounds to the deeper cinnamon male tested the others ability to submit on lands that did not belong to him – especially, given Scimitar’s lack of rank.

His gaze regarded the other – a stoical mask in place did not offer any insight to his thoughts, and with a flick of his ebony-tipped tail, a rumble escaped his jaws, not quite a growl.. not quite a friendly tune. “What brings you to Swiftcurrent Creek lands?” The other did not seem to scent of any other packs – certainly not the Sunspire pack, but Scimitar had not traveled much since he had come to his new home, and therefore was not privy to the validity of this assumption.