Swiftcurrent Creek Those love songs break your heart.

He stilled, allowing the female to inspect him. Only then did Bazi come forward, her smaller nose scrunching in a manner that stirred a wave of fierce protectiveness over the agouti male toward the ivory dove. The newly acclaimed Creek wolf might have been gorgeous, and perhaps even inspecting him in a more intimate way than Bazi ever had.. and yet at that very moment, he only had eyes for her and his gaze lingered upon her features for another moment, thankful she had come out of this only bruised and slightly battered. Physically, at least.

At her words, he gave a gentle nod, wishing nothing more than to close the distance between them and sweep his muzzle over her crown in a gentle kiss – but he was in no place to do such, and with the disarray the pack was in, now was not a favored time. Curious to who else needed the attention of a healer, he did not question her. It was likely none of his business. Shifting his gleaming eyes back to Paarthurnax, he canted his muzzle slightly. “What do you need help with?”

Scimitar didn’t particularly see a good long rest coming for him anytime soon.