Blackfoot Forest You know I'll fight my corner.

Paar slid him a glance -- a small smile playing upon her lips, and if he did not know better, a shared look of near relief. He had missed any nervousness from her, but all it took was that simple look shot to his direction, and the larger wolf lowered his muzzle to very briefly touch his nose to her cheek in quiet greeting. With that, his aqua eyes slid back to the stranger, noting how she so very easily dismissed him.

He did not know of the lands the stranger spoke of -- it was painfully obvious how misplaced he was in the situation, but he remained -- rigid in his position, his tail sweeping high as his stoical eyes regarded the other blatantly. Had he known she had placed him as a guardian, he would have wholeheartedly agreed with her -- his stance was a protective one of the delicate female at his side, not simply because of the skills she had brought to the pack, but because she was pack.. and to Scimitar, nothing came closer to family than that.

As silent as a statue, he waited, his ears cupped forward as he listened to the females discussion. Only if needed would he interrupt, and only until the other retreated would he see it fit to leave the side of his packmate.