Swiftcurrent Creek A tisket a tasket

The conversation was far more intricate and detailed with personal experiences than Scimitar was content with, having only known the male before him for a grand total of perhaps two minutes. Blinking, he regarded the elder, considering his words only with a hint of bemusement. Never one to offer such insight to his own life, let alone to a complete stranger, the agouti Creek wolf shifted his weight, offering nothing about having regret that thus far in his life he had yet to truly settle. A part of him was sore that he had not gathered wolves and simply laid claim to Neverwinter Forest once more -- another part of him found it hard to regret these things when he was in the company of the women of the Creek.

"No one can regret anything once their dead," he pointed out, uncertain if the wolf was simply hinting that his life might be stolen away before he had time to find out what he wanted from it. "Who's to say I won't have children of my own one day?"