Swiftcurrent Creek the fire in my gaze

His eyes scoured the other at the weariness in his voice and the mention of his rank. Perhaps Shadow too was one of the ones unimpressed with what was granted him, and in turn, the newly acclaimed Beta cast him a weary glance of his own, choosing not to respond to the question. If the silver male had something to say, it would simply be best to say it so they could move past it.

Instead, another question was brought to him, and the large male’s shoulders lifted in a shrug as his gaze finally moved from the male, glancing at the creek’s edge with rugged fatigue. Whether Bazi preferred the company of Shadow over him was certainly heavy on his mind, but it did not lessen the male’s worth in his opinion. Scimitar was young, but he also knew when it was unfair to hold something over someone.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” was what he offered in turn, his muzzle tilting back in the direction of his companion as his bright aqua eyes settled upon the top of the silver male’s head.