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One ear flicked in response to the other’s questions, confirming this with a nod before falling in stride beside the male who had stopped. The question that followed spurned a hint of amusement in the Frostfur male as he regarded his new companion. “I was on my way to stop by the pack cache before patrolling the borders,” he offered with a light shrug, wondering why the other was suddenly questioning his company – perhaps Shadow was not as sociable as Scimitar had originally thought.

Giving a nod in the direction, his eyes drifted away for only a moment to study the horizon. Sunspire loomed heavily in the background of their landscape, and the thought filled him with apprehension. His initial idea had been to perhaps coax Shadow along with him to patrol together – but a new plan formed his mind instead. “Care for a spar instead?” His eyes directed back to the male before him – a friendly spar might just be what he needed to rid himself of his nerves.