Swiftcurrent Creek the fire in my gaze

Shadow was a mystery to him – his first impression of the male, the silver wolf had been respectful and even humble. Now, a smirk graced his presence and his tone dripped with sarcasm. Once more, it would seem to Scimitar that his newly established rank had irritated yet another.

He ignored the comment about Bazi – instead, his eyes flickered back to the grey male, regarding him with a quiet contemplation. The other had yet to even submit to him, or show respect in any manner, and the agouti male felt himself bristling – though a carefully placed stoical mask would announce nothing to any onlooker. Instead, he lifted himself to uphold his new position, staring blatantly in Shadow’s eyes in challenge. “If you have something to say, Shadow, then now is the time,” he offered then. If Shadow wanted to piss on his rank – now was the opportunity.

But then again, perhaps the foolish boy was nothing but talk.