Swiftcurrent Creek a dangerous presence

Despite her reply stating she had seen nothing on the body, Scimitar pushed in to the den, his breath held and his tongue pressed tightly to the roof of his mouth in tension. There lay Haunter -- his eyes sweeping over the fallen male with a twinge of sympathy. He had not known the dark male -- happening upon him once, the other had left a sour taste in his mouth and the deeper question of why Fox would allow him in to their ranks. But he had not questioned it.. and now, the wolf lay within the confines of a den.. Scim was only grateful he hadn't collapsed in to the creek and tainted their water supply.

Sweeping back out, his eyes fell upon Bazi as she continued to speak, attempting to correlate what had happened. How long had the dark creature been dead? Scim had not seen Fox in a few days, but her scent was still fresh upon the land.. she couldn't have disappeared long ago.

Without answering her, if only because he held no answer, the agouti wolf turned then, his paws beginning to dig in the ground as he began to pile dirt in to the newly made grave site. The lack of markings was enough to intimidate him to the potential of disease, and he wanted it out of their air as fast as possible.. especially with Tuwawi's pups.