Swiftcurrent Creek we'll paint it red to fit right in

Last post for me! Thanks for the thread!

Shadow released him and then offered a noncommittal response to the praise. Rolling swiftly to push himself back up, Scimitar gave a hefty shake of his pelt, allowing the dirt that had worked its way throughout his cinnamon pelt to fly away. His tongue lolled out as he stilled, his eyes seeking his companion before giving a derisive snort. "We'll need to do this again -- especially with everything happening with the Sunspire," he muttered, though he did not dwell on the darker topic.

Moving his muzzle forward to touch his nose to the male's cheek in quiet thanks, the agouti male was quick to move away once more, but not before stretching his hind limbs. "Care to do a patrol around the border?" The ease of conversation reminded him of his old friend Luka, and while he felt a pang at the lost interaction with the dark male, he was relieved to perhaps find another acquaintance at the Creek. Without waiting for any other word, Scimitar began loping in the direction of their marked borders, certain that the greyscale male would be at his side momentarily.