Swiftcurrent Creek i did a bad thing

She called to him -- her voice was urgent, and without hesitation, the male loped toward her. Dusk fell across his home, highlighting the lands in a subtle glow. Soon, autumn would reach the Creek, and Scimitar found himself eager to see it.. the myriad of colors that would soon paint across the lands was not only a sight to see.. but it would bring Bazi closer to her true adulthood.

His eyes fell upon her as he found her. Her pelt a pristine ivory, and yet something was off about her. As he neared her, his muzzle bent lower, not only in submission, but also to nudge at her cheek in light worry. She seemed fine.. and yet the tone she had called him with did not settle well with the large Frostfur, and he eyed her with apprehension.