about a girl

Since her rise to Alpha, he had barely seen more than a glimpse of the ivory queen -- such was life, it would seem. She was settling, and he too was attempting to acclimatize to his new role. With his rank, it seemed he was suddenly the least desirable to be around, and with a grim acceptance of this, Scimitar had taken to rounding the borders even more often than before, his eyes always straying to the looming Sunspire in the not so far distance.

From what he was aware, there had been little word from them. More importantly, he had not scented Jace's stink around the borders.. and the inner lion within his chest gave a purr of satisfaction at that. Should the fool ever dare to come here again.. Scimitar would certainly pick right up where he left off with him.

Exhaling gently as a cooler breeze swept past, the regal's eyes lifted to the sky, noting the drift of the sun as it began to cascade down the horizon. Soon, night would fall upon them, and the stillness of the Creek would almost become unbearable. After the chaos of the month before, the tawny wolf found it hard to settle. Still, he turned then from the borders, his long limbs striding at quickened pace as he sought out the edge of the waters, his muzzle lowering to quench his thirst. He knew he should be reveling in the silence -- it never lasted long.