Swiftcurrent Creek a dangerous presence

There was something about the shrill cry that echoed across the lands -- but it was not the urgency within the tones that stirred Scimitar so quickly to his heavy paws, and what caused him to move as if he was suddenly as lithe and agile as a youthful yearling. No, it was the simple fact that the voice belonged to Bazi.

Her anguish had erupted from Fox's den, and the moment the agouti male arrived, his eyes scanned before him with unease, his pace slowing as he neared the den entrance. A flash of ivory was all he seen before the scent hit him, and his stomach churned as panic hit -- was Fox in there? Was she dead?

"Bazi," he paused, feeling as if he was shaking as he closed the distance between them. "What is it?" He didn't want to know the answer.

Not truly.